fast you'll find Your whole life has passed you by And my whole world is upside down I need to get my feet back on the ground This the way we've learned to operate
played the pawn Hand in hand some drummed along, oh To a handsome man and baton (Michael, Michael) A blind class aristocracy Back through the opera
ghetto, west London, ghetto, north London ,ghetto south Londona?¦.x2 Im the london hustler a golden grind, grind. Young hustlers we graft all the time dawn
smoke and post it up for the night in camoflage "Military Minded" scratch [Prevail] I make my face stick with paint stick Todays the dawn of the infected
smoke and post it up for the night in camoflage ["Military Minded" scratch] [Prevail] I make my face stick with paint stick Todays the dawn of the
he made you.. [chorus x3] [outro: hell razah] The final saga of the street operas Of the street operas The final saga of the street operas
You need to listen closely to the words I speak, Also get accustomed used to the word defeat, Bless beats like a Roman priest from dusk 'til dawn, My
people will die tonight Guilty guilty guilty Guilty guilty guilty Guilty guilty guilty Now I've woken, been reborn Though I have just until dawn I remember
really hate snakes I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face But that would be exhibitin' the same weak traits Shit is deep like bass, enemies get beat, lock breaks From dusk to dawn
The diamond necklace played the pawn Hand in hand some drummed along, oh To a handsome man and baton A blind class aristocracy Back through the opera
out far enough From desolation row Across the street they?ve nailed the curtains They?re getting ready for the feast The phantom of the opera In a perfect
your hill without warning The center of operations they attack in the morning You can lie like a lame before them You can dance in the dawn, you can
mic I just release my spell It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts Smooth operator, female
Yo Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West
way is this sinning cause you got me feeling purer than thou show me how you do this thing cause you got me singing like, Yo, for real.... He had me singing like some kinda opera
the known piranha The soul father, get to know my whole persona Like Shaquana, from Guyana, stay lace in cabana Fiend for the block opera, your top
and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews
I had the operator call me back, she said my phone is working fine I hear in Louisville it's almost dawn, but it's 2 a.m. Pacific time I thought sure