I want to explore you, I'm gonna get under your skin So you can feel me running through your veins I want to examine every inch of your frame The pressure
wot. Yo as a hustle in the city for a paper stack lord knows i got the devil on ma back Its a cold world l gotta stay on track, dogg eat dogg others
All of this was around spring eighty one I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A. My man Wes
opposition down with my dog 5'9 Ceremony for the killaz, bustin' em off, And comin' off so you can bust yo nut Though I'm bout to bust yo guts But if yo operation
possess the skills To rip mic's, when I'm sober, when I'm schwilled I keep it real, With my vocabulary spills I'm ill, like L, with lyrical skill, Like
your clicks, squeeze your clip and hit the right one pass dat weed l gotta light one all all them hoes l gotta like one them niggas l gotta fight one
relate to L.A., they stick you As long we map this, revolution is a bliss, keep the world in fits, my clique avoid death lists black gangsta, 2 5
a stack I pick tha phone up quick tell this bitch I'll call her l8ta Hung the phone up quick sent her straight to tha operator She callin all the time
s ill, cats kill Still black man holds nine, gotta chill star C-A.L.L.A.H, be the light of Shamar Work hard, Shamar, C-Cipher A.L.L.A.H Adapt bars snatch
in past tense, on some flu shit Day old asshole flow, I drop new shit Exclusive, you don't want it in fact I'll have the doctors operating on the front
ballaz puttin down like Maan!! Where my Shreveport mangaz say Maan!! All my Austin, Texas swangaz say Maan!! Where ya'll at in Lil' Rock say Maan!! A.T.L
heal this hurtin' heart (I) Idiots institute irrevorant type insolence (J) Joyful jammin' junk jacking up this Jesus journalist (K) Killin' just to keep the King's kids kicking (L
take off like Delta, run for shelta Theres no helper here, you felt of it L be servin niggas like Mr. Belvadere I twist an L, sip a beer here and there
in bitches Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer And I came to get it, hit it Like operation push, operate the tush Black octopus
1.5X] [Verse Three: Street Thug] Wu-Tang be, killin you softly with this song You won't survive the outcome I bring Def Jams to your eardrums P.L.O
1.5x Verse three: street thug Wu-tang be, killin you softly with this song You won't survive the outcome I bring def jams to your eardrums P.l.o. hits
if you know the words then you can surely rap along Go against the grain and surely get stomped strong My squad is too high to get over, L.O. is too
my name/ Now close your eyes and listen to Sleepy rhyme/ You got five, I got 5/ Let's go get a dime Relay A-T-L, I got to do somethin' to get my point
