Lyrics:
Star Wars Four Hands

start reality of wars and battles we fought for ours Caught in ghetto tragedy I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee And recognize the importance of family Hand

in black fords Splatter brains on dashports, start anthrax wars See's cast like task force die on a cross (Ha) July 4th blow your hands off (Blaaoow)

like this hook That's where angles meet Four five degree Mirrors surround me Contact reflection, affection Shoved off depression So deep, I take my pen at hand

from strong hands in weak glands And when they're awakened their vision will fade It aint a bit of my fault I'm gonna miss her. TWENTY-FOUR MINUS EIGHTEEN

about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutching, your chest-plate contemplate You bought to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high

about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutching, your chest-plate contemplate You bought to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high

(feat. Lee Harvey, Nako) [Intro - Malice] Clip niggaz It's not a game, Star Trak It's like that, what, check it Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1 - Malice] It's the

a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high [Redman

among 500,000 Be-nign, be you, be mom's mean pie, be little black sambo With bad hair Be aware of what a lynch is, Be, be boundless energy Be a four star