Lyrics:
in the street
He keeps hearing noises when he's at home
He always hears voices when he's all alone
His wife took the kids, the car and the crib
Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson
As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1 done
Style's sharper than the blade in Shogun
First
the point of no return
They're piling bodies one by one
Fulfilling all their dreams to come
The prophecy of war that Charles Manson had begun in the hills
the point of no return
They're piling bodies one by one
Fulfilling all their dreams to come
The prophecy of war that Charles Manson had begun in the hills
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
Your face
All power is in Your hands
With You nothing is impossible to do
Everybody say
We know You are a Rewarder
Of those of those who diligently
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
cancelled
So pick up a shovel and dig
(Ayy) it's a sport now
Try and take them down in one go
Heidi, hi, Tati, bye, Tana Mongeau
But if the court of public
the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
ditches
Before you step to the psycopath lunatic
H ave yo gat in yo hand and ready for the 187 dance!
[Chorus]
"187 don't stop" - [Dr. Dre]
"''Cause
Hospi-Tale
It started out in Port Charles town
Where Frank Smith's mob used to hang around
No one could prove that he was a crook
Till Luke stole his
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
(damn)
Scotty Pippen stressed out hearin' all the rumors
About his ex-wife fuckin' with Michael Jordan Jr.
Future already had his thumb all in that ho
the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine
hook that will rattle his brain
I got hands like Pacquiao
Uppercut, bang him out
Eyes in the back of his head, now he's blacking out
Tongue's all hanging
comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
walk, flip my talk and my hands?
I said sure why not, he can imitate anything trust me this young boy hot
Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad
comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad
comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad,
my eyes
We're in the waiting room and something ain't right
All this is on you, we're over prescribed
Doctor, your medicine, and your methods
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