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gunshots on the dancefloor.
Please tell me what do we die for?
And by the way, yesterday, bet you were me.

Seen hard days, probably see more.
There's
ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla
your heart, I made you want to rhyme from the start 
You should be more alert, then you wouldn't get hurt 

Get off your horse and on your P's
Bringing newborn life
To this tortured mind
I thrive and feed on fear
Come closer now my dear
Your Uncle Jack is here
The hunt is on
I'll R.I.P. them all
over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut.  Now everybody
sing along, bitch.)

(STOP THE MUSIC!)

We are the world
We are the dealers
We are
where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit
And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('Damn!')
I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails
Go on, remember that shit you was kickin' off
Peace to my motherfuckin' nine

Yeah I remember that old shit

So are you gonna kick some of that
the world go round
The world ain't never been the same since the last don put it down
T-are-you, M-O-be, til the day we die
We represent the intercity,
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P

(You must be goin' blind)

Give me my
here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with
[Chorus:  Dice Raw]
Days are living fast, moves in misery
You got a song you wanna sing for me
Sing a song, singing man
Sing a song, singing man
and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics
You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it

My national anthem
My national
prisons
Quick decisions are made with precisions of blood-spill
Gotta make a mill, got a house on the hill
Protect my grill, and avoid gettin killed
Now if
was
A young nigga with heart
Ain't had shit to loose
Pullin' my pistol on them fools
You know the rules
D-are-E you got me heated
My words like
are you to look at me with your eyes like that
Wisen up young blood, before you make things escalate
And I would hate yo set your crooked ass straight
won't catch me with that on
But you can catch me in a party throwin' a Blood walk (WOOP WOOP)
Definitely dumb the Crab language, all I know is Blood
Swing first, I'mma destroy
You a curse, I'mma B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em P'noid
Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy!

I watched Snoop do it, he
your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent
the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? N**** overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood
The shot is slow pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded p.d. blotter under horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside tweakers are in love
Teeny Raquel Welch
your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent
They ball, r-e-u-p gang four brothers like we blood tied

[Chorus: x2]
or a blood line
For those who love nines
We don't stand in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me spit that
If you ain't down with ghetto business
bring the hardcore with r&b singers
While the beast ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer

Yo rally hot boys feel so sick
And I won't stop 'til I'm
It was Foreign, 
Then came Low End Theory.
People quickly recognized who we are,
Phife is ill and Busta is a superstar.
Tours with P.E., Naughty,