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truncheons out
They beat the mob down to disperse the crowd
And God willing, we can all make a killing

It's not the devil, pulling you down
This
Thank you, baby
For the years you've given me
For each beat of my heart
For every breath I breathe
Thank you, sweetie
For the best times of my
you when my light blow
Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
Between the halo, and a fork-pitch
Suffocated by my rhymes

Rest your
of my life
X stand behind the mic like Walker Cronkite
Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keeping my rhymes tight
Lose sight of what you believe and call it
Well the times are gettin' hard
For you little girl
I'm a-hummin' and a-strummin'
All over God's world

You can't remember when
You got your
Uh, I give my man props cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving
life
X stand behind the mic like Walker Cronkite
Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keeping my rhymes tight
Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night
is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The theme songs that niggas
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the

Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The theme
watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The theme
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the

Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
all about survival God
(You know the epilogue by James Todd)

Put your life on the line, you running out of time
The coroner's calling, she know she
talkin' 'bout cheddar

Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
're doing God's work
Greet the family with a smile
When all the while
You been raping that child
You a priest but you still can't
Wash the blood from
E. F-are-E-S-H 
And to prove to you and the crew 
Who I am and what I do 
Now is it because I know how to kiss 
And the ladies can't resist 
Plus
and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you can't see, the b****'s hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism
and there's no fricken air conditioning
And you can't see, the bitch's hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up blaring the system in your Chevrolet Prism
size so no one survives
You can't believe what you see before your eyes
Yes, the god Lif has returned to terrorize
Armed forces came out ready to brawl
get it like I live
God damn mother fucker what I gotta give
Way back in DC, I live
On the way to that everlasting life
Will they rob you? Yeah, they
flesh, no nigga could test
My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and Lexus's
The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie
You don't know
God come down here, (ha ha) and beat us at our own game!
You tell me who's da man!
The Lord God
Yeah, yeah, yeah, like this!
The world's the Lord's,
particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
To the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through
the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic
Sit down the beat God, then
beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need