The lyrical street fighter call me sagat Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot Where ther's a drum there's a beat And where there's guns
Every lady in the land told him lies He stood beneath the silver skies And his heart beat could bleed Every brain is civilized, every nerve is analyzed Everything is
kno how to hold a chrome tell em shop anywhere life is like a mobile home. stylin in a coop cute shoes lookin overgrown. i kno how to post it on kill
of the forest? Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind, In some faithful heart, is your memory in shrine? And though you died back in 1916, In that faithful heart
the sea We of the moon land of the free What have I done to deserve this? Am I happy? Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle class existence I
than man Got a soft side but I'm still a man For me women cry and children dance, I'm trying to eat I could'a got a mil and ran But like sly for the
up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell give a piss give a dick give a lick [
know the finish. Shame - shame - shame SzA©gyen - szA©gyen - szA©gyen How to be a human A killed animal is a mirror A killed child is a mirror
know that a nigga wait'n trying to put it in my lap! (Shoot 1st.) (Papa Rue) Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda {Papa Rue is a reggae type
here when I'm done Heart beating from the drum, hammers hear on you some Huh, motherf-cking bum wouldn't spare you a crumb Crumbling castle, why would
a real nigga, but I guess you figure, You could break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger. Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart
me a fib Then I'm gonna have both of ya get did Burning incense, facing a murder sentence Under intent, for investigation for killing infants While
a fuck where he from he'll get beat like a drum Till this rap goes numb, seekin' the hot Medusa from circulation I strangle this string music and suffocate a drum
pack a .380 in my stash for protection family deranged, the world is acting crazed I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled on point like a
head can't seem to understand It's something about a beat and a mic in my hand Kicks and snares bring me in for the kill Cause be doubting and my voice be pouncing over drum
skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way, baby I'm hanging on a wire Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full
so one more song that's it then were going home No way I'm not leaving The drum is the end Dj can like a night and I don't twice cause the beat is right
, She's signing the order, giving me my own License To Kill CHORUS Johnny got the big guns, Dressed up in a uniform GOD is in your corner now, telling