Lyrics:
Two Steps From Hell 4 Hands

and Swift from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313 You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees! From the home of

and I rock from here to Peru, Vern I could've sworn you knew that AC's having a rap sale You wanna buy 1 or 2 Or 3 or 4 or 5, or 6 or 7 or 8 Or 9 or

on the West (holla!) I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics) I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes

's Eminem and Swift from the 313 No one, no one's iller than me It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313 You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees From the home

get em' Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from hell I fuck em' up with the mosberg buckshell Bitch Chorus x4 (Gangsta Boo) Once I step up

muthafucka that sweats me Or any assho that threatens me I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me The

at One-two and it don't stop Three-Four and it don't quit One-two and it don't stop From the depths of hell to God's right hand side I'm what's left

walkman talkin to myself over instrumental cassettes the essential steps of having graphic, telepathic mental sex Mind fuck me or get the hell off

that, trunk Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones This red, rum Ready? Here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin' that skunk, one hand