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tear a whole in your gristle won't stay to state side 'Cause the unpure fall off the fall by the way side So stay your a** on the plate side
better not Look at all this weight No not this way But if they ever fizzle to the Gristle Blow the whistle, On the swizzle its official And we back
a gutter Long Beach will get ya wets The homey just whistled, gave us the signal To act the fool with the pistols, pierce the gristle One way out
sister's jewelry, take it, no more jingling On the crazy down low take my mom's wedding ring And float on to the shop called the pawn And he gives me two
Don't walk, don't walk it says but he can't ride Not while his only living relative's inside Who couldn't pay his way and couldn't pay his fines
that's created by me No escape from the blood running tree What a drag, what a drag, what a FUCKING drag run right from the street into the bathroom Rip
Damn you with dirt and tears Damn you for years and years Damn you here's the vision Damn you two incisions Run your fingers through throbbing flesh
stars and hearin whistles One shot from a little junky ass twenty-two will tear a whole in your gristle won't stay to state side Cause the unpure fall
motherfucker on the chain gang Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G Really can I make your ass rest in peace? No need to waste my energy squabbin'
Hey, my name is not Protocol And I ain't nobody's stigma or statistic Hey, hey lady, you know who you are. You think you helpin' me by insertin'
I'll be fine Soon as I do my time in the Silver City Two weeks and a day, I slowly made my way To the gates of the Silver City Finally one night, I
living by the book We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy Never do dirt in our own land That shit's forbidden, G Hoxha singing from the top
Straite, who are you...It's I.Q. ...taking These crews out by twos making moves to confuse....who could Refuse the Flave the way we shape it like
the swell-a Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
There's a land that is fairer than day And by faith we can see it afar For the Father waits over the way To prepare us a dwelling place there
[Buc Fifty: repeat 2X] Born in fire built in this Empire can't get no higher or stop my desire Dark Riders, we be pullin all nighters Never see us
words'll do to you The effect of my tech's - it's similar to thermonuclear...war This style is type militant raw Holdin' the audience prisoner in ways ya
[Originally performed by Mtrhead] One arm bandit, one way ride One arm bandit, one more try One way ticket, one horse town One way ticket, no way
Let's throw a twilight cookout We two, you two, no more Way out somewhere in the country Where we've never been before Let's throw it
*eerie winds blow* *winds die down as beat drops* [inspectah deck] It had to be this way This is for real Nobody said it would be easy So let it be
two by two, me and you (If it don't take two) If it don't take two (If it don't take two) If I'm not with you No it ain't worth goin' through If it
condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice Mother Parks said, "Brother
And last I'm ready for the worst It's way past two and you want me there Well he needs me here So you have to share I'm crying 'cause I'm in love with
typhoon crossin the Pacific Chosen by the mystic, mic ways, I rip it Usurp it, sharp enough that it can hurt it Depth wise, verse wise, ensurin that
Two brothers on their way Two brothers on their way Two brothers on their way One wore blue, and one wore grey One wore blue and one wore grey