reign of terror corruption must end And we know deep down there's no other way No trust, no reasoning, no more to say Afraid to shoot strangers Afraid to shoot strangers
stranger this shit was all lame n till I rearrange it hold up stop can i get my props? collect my prop and check back to the glock with the thugs thats real and aint afraid
guns in the street And ones pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up I say ?enough is enough, If you walk away, I'll walk away? And he shot
in the street And one's pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up I say "Enough is enough, if you walk away I walk away" (And he shot me dead
in the street And one's pointing his tree branch at me So I put my hands up, I say, "Enough is enough If you walk away, I'll walk away" And he shot me
floating in the myst of perfect strangers Killarm saddam we're built with golden arms Prophesies about the black bomb, we drop, bodily harm The shot graze
Yo, I'm just shooting the breeze with carbon dioxide That needs to be bottled and sold so you can lo' and behold Or would you hold it below c'mon let
jittery. I waited for their wackets until well After dusk. That Night, while I was sleeping, I was awoken by a glow appearing. And, looking Out, I saw Strange
, danger, danger, danger, danger, danger The graveyard chamber Danger, danger, danger, danger Enter the graveyard chamber Danger, danger stranger is
'bout a name and it wasn't no thang To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang But na shit done changed and I know it seem strange
other only one retur-r-r-ns Everyone heard two shots ring out, a shot made liberty fall The man who shot liberty valance, he shot liberty valance He
out to face each other, Only one returns. Everyone heard two shots ring out, One shot made liberty fall The man who shot liberty valance, He shot liberty
wat that mack bout bitches up in that house. Nigga holdin macks out. waitin fo you to back out. soon as you act out take you the backhouse. legs shot chest shot
rusted frame Of a burned out old DeVille Your legs are shot and they're flushed with pain But you can't keep 'em still The sun sets and you're afraid
Regret of New Orleans a fast man with a gun Didn't want to go but he had to run when he shot down the judge's son Yes he shot Judge Moebeam's son With
I got a faulty parachute, I got a stranger's friend An excitin' change in my butchers blend A symbol on the ceilin' with the flick of a switch Yeah, my
M-V to L-C, my thugs straight thuggin' it Snatchin' niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin' it Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to shoot Yo it's a strange
and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh, Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality. Afraid of