'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me Now the fantasies I have for
is back, I throw him in the yoke Head crack, go for broke, nigga, murder he wrote I took her to the crib, we fucked like old folks Death stroke, hand
feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look for
Laureate is reserved for the name G My lyricism amplifies every letter written +Rip the Jacker+ spittin' inside a Zero Vector System Murder murder murder
in the desert and into sandy graves, children were murdered while their mothers were raped. Babies were thrown in the air and impaled on swords, nothing but death
if we shoot ya) Sunz of Man, the Killah Priest Maccabeez, Wu-Tang [Rasul Allah:] I was consumed by the eternal flames of the sacred fire Out of war with
death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
deep you try to blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
him in the yoke Head crack, go for broke, nigga, murder he wrote I took her to the crib, we fucked like old folks Death stroke, hand on my balls, got
they didnt coincide They were half religous, and vicious, with dark wishes Which is to assure the core of hip hop which is snitches I dropped dimes on
by the bent ride If you're deaf, nigga rewind Full slept, fill the chalkline O-D, is on the war crime [Ill Bill] You gots to murder me 'cause suicide'