' off the wizard of oz Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it Grab the scissors and saws And cut out your livers gizzards and balls Throw
might see em round the city and won't even say wassup when n-ggas play tough, wont even smile in mirrors and we learn to f-ck hoes off trial and error
your mind away) Baby! (And go into your little hideaway 'cause white lines blow away) (Blow! ) A billion magic crystals, painted pure and white A
doin'? Throw your hands up, c'mon BK to BX and every place in between, it's all 7-18 like Grand Concourse, whassup? We got beats to the rhyme and the
Indeed tracin' line that fucks with your mind like a weed lacer Try and boast, ain't lyin' close, so what I diagnose I could fry and roast any guy till
And tellin' God that he's makin' a mistake You can't take away one brother and leave the rest of the clique Lord please, double check yo' list And if
we gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight and we can get blitz and jam some Bone and we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on and nigga, know
one mo' kill one mo' murder, one mo' homicide Challenge my authority, and I'ma show you how to ride [Hook] [Z-Ro] Mo City motherfucker, run and
frontin' Lines come digital stupid, plus ain't got no jury on Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' Two of my silver-backs fun through a pack of your wolves Front on react and
to go off on some real live Wu-shit, uh huh [Cappa] W-T-C [RZA] Ghost-FACE! [Ghost] Lemme give y'all the bullshit hook for y'all niggas, check it out... [Hook
me, There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless, An even thinner line between on point and out of focus, BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory, And
hooked up in religion But to get hooked up in relationship, with God And the amazing thing about it is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess and
sayin'? Niggas still in the streets, I'll will Braveheart nigga, there's a thin line Between streets and business So we gotta have balance and be easy
don't fuck with police And all' beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing I'ma call the
body, body, rock ya body Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook? Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook Yes, please believe she gorgeous And
killed one another of And America has enjoyed its creation But now these ghetto minded criminals Have crossed the line into your neighborhood And will
they have killed one another of And america has enjoyed it's creation But now these ghetto-minded criminals Have crossed the line into your neighborhood And