All] Standing in the darkness Waiting for the light The smell of pure adrenaline Burning in the night Random blinding flashes Aiming at the stage Intro tape
in the darkness Waiting for the light The smell of pure adrenaline Burning in the night Random blinding flashes Aiming at the stage Intro tape begins
pass rock like the racket ball niggas [Cassidy:] We light up the dutch and pluck ashes on niggas [The Game:] Nigga you lucky we ain't jackin' ya'll niggas [Cassidy:] Duck tape
me hard ta find harm Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds Like it was red dawn
Standing in the darkness Waiting for the light The smell of pure adrenaline Burning in the night Random blinding flashes Aiming at the stage Intro tape
Rockin Rob went to work While the tables would turn, the old needles used to jerk with the belt drive, Technics and B-1's with the orange light shinin, the red
breakfast You're next if You step with Your bright ideas I might apply years Of rhymin Til the time when I blind men With a flash of light I'll blast
Intro:] Psss...Oh my god, Yo! These niggaz wil' out, son! Yo, Eddie Ill, man, do you know what you just did puttin these guys on your tape? Yo these niggaz
on the spot before the pigs were dere You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight fuck blue and white They escape before them flash the fuckin lights
at me It's impossible to fall, I see through gravity Peripheral ridiculous, I peep fools after me Creep through, wearing that deep blue, and actually I don't stop at red lights
hard ta find harm Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds Like it was red dawn,
maxin, Rockin Rob went to work While the tables would turn, the old needles used to jerk with the belt drive, Technics and B-1's with the orange light shinin, the red