Lyrics:
the fifth, cock the hammer let it rest on ya chin
My dudes destine to win
Fuck ya thoughts
want to brawl dog my team the sports
And so ya thinking I'm "The
a Countdown
To the End of the line
CHORUS 3
Night force
Break doors there's no escape
Death Calls
Is a Countdown
To the End
C Ending
Ambush deadly trap
we're shooting today called 'Horror Evening'
Thanks for the contribution it's cheaper than props
And even looks more authentic than any blood our
a way so familiar
But I could not recognize
Cause you had blood on your face
I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That
make it
In the trap, I'm catching balls
Like I'm a shortstop, i'm with
We put up thirty-three like Danny Grainger
Boy, I really play the hills
I put
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.
[verse 3]
Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep
by the wrath of my hammer
Making their heads all explode with fury
Vanquish the forces of doom in a glorious fight
On the wings of a rainbow
Out
'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got
It's forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
I carry them all on me back
Oh, my wife
up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts
Mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that
Not sure what to expect, but that?s the beauty perhaps
So I rush out of my crib followed by
cycle,
With Bold 3-in-1,
30 degrees on twice,
I, like,
To make sure that,
My ting’s clean,
LS7 Leeds,
To WV,
Trinity,
Because my Ps are
Diversified by
it
Like, ever since I was Young
Money was mandatory
I was lovin' (Love &) Hip Hop like Stevie J
Mills came when they put the camera's on me
Got hammers
Come on!
The hot blades will cut the souls
The liver will be eaten by crows
Sharp needles, huge hammers, blunt saws.
You’ll feel pain, i suppose.
numbers
Except they're not vermin
They're all monsters
Now the fifth fleet needs me to come tag in?
I'd rather kick back
Drink mead by the flagon
I've never
move slow
We stick to the code
New whips outside
Don't even matter where we go
All you should know is that
We finna slide
Know we gone slide
No man by
just this sickness
'Cause to all Infected, yeah it's all our business
We are unified by the blood we've spilled that's staining the snow
Our hearts have
& Nesquik
Mix a hit record on an SSL desk, quick
I’m Destro, you some Cobra Commanders
My snare drums get frequently mistaken for hammers
Beats By Palumbo,
on our fingers,
You ain't made a name I call you dingus,
say yum,
Say Guap - guap - guap,
Niggas trade blows like Swap Shop,
First blood drop but it
mess-age rhymes
"Can't Truss It, " "Shut 'em Down
" call it what you want it
They made a day fit for a king
By the time we got to Arizona
Tomorrow's a long
[CB and Cam] Uh, uh, yo, yeah
[CB] Yeah, Funkmaster Flex, final chapter
[Cam] Yeah, it's Killa Cam baby
[CB] Volume Three
[Cam] Killa Cam, Harlem
No Justice No Peace
Prosecute the racist police
No Justice No Peace
Prosecute the racist police
I'm starting to feel I got ptsd
Seen Too much blood
a black eye, so I hit him with the hammer, lucky that she intervened
Hustle in my blood, I've got gangster in my genes
You know you're wrappin' up when
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