Lyrics:
say go ad infinitum
So space is impossible, right
Wow, is that cool
I don't know
Maybe what do I think
Maybe time is the same way for an hour to go by
with it then
From the deep end where the hills are steep
Nobody cares to speak- a land where life is cheap
The street mentality mixed with
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
bounce where it may
And roll with Def Squad and LOD everyday
You can do what ya got to
And say what you may
But niggas gonna come outside
Wit gun play
Yeah (y'all niggas is crazy)
Don carta' bomb harder (we makin' a bomb, mane)
Terror squad, what, what? (Hey yo, uh, yo, terror squad)
Don
where the hills are steep
Nobody cares to speak, a land where life is cheap
The street mentality, mixed with the intellect
Personality, hell where I dwell
#Instrumental
Notion of the heart,
Centrea,
Yeah,
Centrea,
Let's get it,
This is my heart,
The heart of a king,
Where all heart lives,
Where
more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is
knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is
more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is
you I'll tell you he dead
This dough isn't clean but it's pure how I'm bred.
Pinging my phone got my heart pumping lead.
The love is so thin I was
NEXT MESSAGE
Yo, I don't know where to start
Uh, check it out, music is
- my total existence, dawg, straight up
Everything with my life revolves
and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know
like you crazy, he got classic shit
[Verse 2]
Its the killa kid from the bronx
Holdin down to the death
You can hear the squad comin
By the sound
where I didn't have options
Bosses, there is no question who really the bosses
Find myself better you think that I'd lost it
Offer my help give a fuck
They'll round up everyone
That knows more than they do
They take them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
of the track, you know who is back
It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap
Rappers tired of me sayin where hip-hop is at
Cause they know they
The Motor Booty where they funk
Rumpofsteelskin, he don't rust and he don't ben
He's got dynamite sticks by the megatons in his butt
Rumpofsteelskin,
Where I'm from
Keep block in your Timberlands
Fuck they squad
They talking irrelevant
If you ain't my gang
We can't let em in
Watch me do my thing
it
Stacking up the bread everyday bitch I need it
Fucking with the squad you get hit I ain't even see it
Hmhm Hmhm
Where you at the party in the back
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