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The mechanic raised up from under my hood
He shook his head and said, "This ain't good
Your timin' belt's done shrunk one size too small
Those
As the train flew out of Boston
His whole world passed him by
He said I spent a lifetime runnin'
And now's the time to try
If I can't find someone to hold me
The mechanic raised up from under my hood
He shook his head and said, "This ain't good
Your timin' belt's done shrunk one size too small
Those
(Now)
G-Unit nigga's is runnin' this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin where you from-Sit Down!

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
By now I know you done seen me
to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)

Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
The Devil walked up and said, "You don't need no lightning rod
It hardly ever rains
the force to keep fighting
Samson, Atlas, Colossus, Ti-tan
In the dark night the torch steady lightens
I'm strong, cast iron heart of the lion
A mighty
to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)

Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right
I`m runnin thangs from the inside
Rap better wait because your style done died
And let you corny-spiderman Mc`s sayin nuthin

Put your clothes
wheres your capsule or bastard I finally mash it and pass the cast of the name my moments runnin' much faster so thinking bad its a waste,
Face plant, she
the future,
Then wheres your captule or bastard I finally mash it and pass the cast of the name my moments runnin' much faster so thinking bad it's a waste,
This shit, real serious not casual sport

Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin' through life wit my car in park
And even in the day
groove on
Before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti
I'm runnin' thangs from the inside
Rap better wait because your style done died
Bless these seeds of the Almighty 
(So much hostility installed in). Destination of any earth(burn eternally) 
Krayzie 
Oh, look what we've done, what
of flapjacks from IHOP, when I rock
If a foe tries to flow, I cast the glow like I was Tim-ex
Ease through MC's like a breeze through the trees
He who
by the pierside, 
N' here she is folks - the USS Titanic! 
She's lined up beside two hundred n' fifty parkin' meters, 
N' the Captain's gettin' done