never get And if I ever die, all I do is ride I mean the streets say it's been a while since they heard me spit That I spit so hard, my ghostwriter
summoned into the earth... They made the labyrinth, most ancient of all structures... They took the powers of stone and soil... And powerful warriors they
you doing, with your time I speak of Grace not debt Think about it What you were left here for Initiate conversion And the discipleship the hardcore You say
Golden state warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses While you givin groupies all your loochie I'm known for fucking hoochies in suskis And slippin ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Loved and feared, severe yet
under attack, son regardless Live by the gun, dunn, and die by the gun And revolutionize minds until freedom come [Black Thought] Check it out, they
If shit tend to be slow I put on a mask Make it halloween and take all ya bags I say hallie hallie pro why don't you go on and stab and Make these motherfuckers
make a million off this combination They say you'redope Clef you're dope so they offer me sess and beer Beware, you pull your wallet Mr. Thief stares
rage, say him ah run the rout Say him will buss up yuh head and him will __ Oy you no see say wicked, youths dem waa dead out and ah leave the Black
Well I say woe onto those who are wise in there own eyes and yet they prudent in them own sight Remember say you got, wolf there inna sheep clothes Yet
yet Score done show say dem ha' the pie---fry! Oneness---mess dem and dem wicked flex Warrior roll wet or dry Verse 3 N-n-now!! I talk and
fuck up the enemy If i give em the oil them nigga show me they warriors All ova we victorious takin ova ya territory Notorious and devil-alition and we
j-j-j-jam But yet I'm judged, leather prophet and all that Still a pimp, with a crown and a Yankee hat And yet they ask me, "Brother, what's the time?"
They eye is on the rooftop They got me under surveillance like they had Biggie and Tupac Yo I saw two rocks and heard two shots then the level of my
time You know I crack the coconut and I twist up the lime I've been on the road like a Seminole warrior Passing up the tales like the one they wrote
mask And make it halloween and take all ya bags I say Holly Holly Grove wount you gon on and stash Fuck it make these mutha fuckas understand I say look
the mixture See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush And the board and the paper and paint a picture You shootin' and got shot We shoot ya
all And birds call And two can fall madly in love Oh, I think grow They stop and stare in awe Because we in his likeness Hoping and praying that one-
crack surface, makes tracks to purchase, black magic merchanets, searching the world for a group like this, I can say with confidence not another exists, if they