Lyrics:
(hope elated!)
Negativity destroyed and..
[Will Smith]
Honest to God, why is the bomb always gettin' the last word
and why, did her uncles have to molest her
and why, did all them cops have to be shootin' to kill?
I phoned you up from Dallas
But your heart was still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning
Your friends are dis-compis-mentus
And like most in leather jackets are
Coveting
Reckoning
Reckoning
And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit
Who thinks he's Mr. Mark Smith
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning
I'm left alone in Europe
Consulting an atlas
Wandering
Wandering
And it's evil that you spark off
In disguise as basic truth
Listening
Listening
Listening
Reckoning
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning
I phoned you up from Dallas
But your heart was still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning
Your friends are dis-compos-mentis
And like most in leather jackets are
Coveting
Reckoning
Reckoning
And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit
Who thinks he's Mr. Mark Smith
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning
I'm left alone in Europe
Consulting an atlas
Wandering
Wandering
And it's evil that you spark off
In disguise as basic truth
Listening
Listening
Listening
Reckoning
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning
Cellmates with niggas that went to war with the strips
You got to rumble from night time down to the morning and shit
I tried to tell them
Forever label me felon
Clutchin' that pistol, God made me rebellious
Fuck with them niggas, teach you a lesson
Fingers on triggers, meet Smith and Wesson
I seen pussy niggas turn on me
Throw the money let it burn on 'em
If I feel like he a threat I put a bird on him
And my young hittas will swerve on him
My ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider
Money the root of evil, wait 'til them shooters see you
Lurkin in Grand Marquises, scopin' on you, your people
Made a movie with niggas, murder and you the sequel
Bullets gon' riddle you, they gon' use two to feed you
Momma gonna pull the plug, head big as Hey Arnold's full of blood
Smell the death in the air when we pullin' up
Bullets go B-B-BRRRR, fill 'em up
Bloody murder hollow tips out the clip
I repent when I murder opposites
Pick and roll, stop and pick
I reload, spin the corner, drop the shit
And we need no evidence for residents to grief 'bout
Them sluggies hit you nigga, breathe out
And keep your eyes open 'til you start to wheeze out
We wipe your mothafuckin' team out
My ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider
Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider
First and foremost I would like to
Thank God my beautiful wife, shante
Da "Boss Lady", my kids: Spank
Rook, & Choc, Anthony Hayward
Moms, Pops, Grandma, my brothers Bing
And Jerry, the Broadus family, the
Vanardo family, the Fullers, Taylor, Tate
& Martin family, my uncles, my aunts
Stampede Management: Ted Chung
Russell Redeaux, justin Li, Nick Adler
Kevin barkey, Rahia Michael doggy Style
Records staff: Chris Jackson, ethan
Sugar, Frank Vasquez, Shon Don
Tasha Hayward, April Rooment, kori Lewis
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Matt Johnson, Irina Volodarsky
Stephen Espinoza, La Chanda
Woods, Sarah Copas
Cathy Naumann william Morris
Endeavor: Brent Smith, Molly Mattheison
Paradigm Agency: Sara Ramaker, samuel
Thornhill gerber & Co: Selwyn Gerber
Shannon Rollins, Shannon Richards
Goldie Elmore additional
Legal representation:
Tabetha Plummer, Laney Allbritten, hayes
Michael, Donald Etra, Bert
Deixler, Lawrence Apolzon
Robert A becker cashmere
Agency: Seung Chung, Rona Mercado
Ryan Ford, Kosta Elchev, isaiah
Clayborne, Kate Pritchard
Kayla Isenberg snoop
Youth Football League: Commissioner Wadu
Stacy LaChappelle, Nykauni "Nikki" Tademy
Snoopadelics: Soopafly, DJ LT
Mike Smoov, Los, Bubby ricky Palomino
Jeff Kaplan, Matt Melner, dave
Aron, Shelton Diggs, Al Gittens
Stephen Keys, Lucious May
Naem Mills, George Murdoch, Winston
Francis, Joe Cool, the Hustle
Boyz bernie Grundman Mastering: Brian"Big
Bass" Gardner, Mike Bozzi
Marie Lewis throwin it up for
All my DPG family worldwide!
You better be careful with summoning my circle with evil intentions I dominate
Any competitor etcetera etcetera
I'm comin' out the victor cause I'm the great!
You better be careful with summoning my circle with evil intentions I dominate
Any competitor etcetera etcetera
I'm comin' out the victor cause I'm the great!
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth
I live your ass erect and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hypeman sound like a bitch that switch
Why'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo TNT these niggas acting wild like they homo
But they trying to see me fuck it I'm a pull up in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson
Dr.
Must've been
What's goin' on at that lanundry mat
Every day in the week, huh
Down on the corner, pork and Texas treats
Somethin' goin' on, y'all
Fifth avenue shops got a special today, yeah
Heh tune in and hit on the X-O-K, heh
Six months ago Mary let her dress away, yeah
Ted said Claire's got it out today, ha ha!
Oh, you can find out anything you wanna know
About anybody business that you wanna know
At Ida Mae's beauty shop
And Webb's barber shop, huh
Or you can read it all on the restroom wall
Uh!
"It's a dirty game and rule #1" Jadakiss 'The Set Up (Remix)'
"Dolla dolla bill y'all" - Wu-Tang 'C.R.E.A.M.'
[Verse 2]
The root of all evil
Now most of us be rootin' for this evil
Kaiser Soze, we never see him
The face is replaced by an image, it happens when you spend it
Ironically it subs like a hero
Sub like zero
Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here
Let me hear that beat, air
Don't it sound so Premier?
H&K MP5
Smith & Wesson model 29
SPS Glock 17
A one man army I was born to be
Me and my gun
Killing for fun
Me and my gun
Me and my gun
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report us
Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin' on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
Could've been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain't gettin' back at you
Them kids ain't eat yet, so you can't even sleep yet
That's the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I'd be back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his mama relapse
Damn, they don't understand
Comin' from the bottom, it's so hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin', they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin' in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said
You don't wanna end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin' "Insha'Allah" that he don't make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin' 'bout all these niggas, how they ain't even with him
Said that they would ride or die, but it ain't even in 'em
Always postin' on the 'Gram, but hey ain't sendin' pictures
Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches
Got you thinking twice, damn I should've been a witness
Dismantle my business, just telling my story
All guts, no glory, been going on before me
We slaves in the Forties, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, ain't get us no presents
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin' in the ninth grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
Threw a rock out in that field, he got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y'all niggas just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas don't love you
Young black American (na na)
Wanna live like the fairer skin (na na)
Fall to the paradigm (na na)
Occupied on that Marilyn (na na)
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It's kinda crazy there's another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Hi there, nice to be with you, glad you could stick around.
Like to introduce `Legs' Larry Smith, drums
And Sam Spoons, rhythm pole
And Vernon Dudley Bohay-Nowell, bass guitar
And Neil Innes, piano.
Než ten kdo celej život maká a pak cvičí (cvičí)
Prohla svoje záda
Prohla svůj back, back (back)
Teď už na kontě lítá cash, cash (cash)
A co ty kámo?
Celej život jenom dřeš, dřeš (dřeš)
Joo, borci to mají často těžší (uhuh)
Dá si fotku na storíčko
Potom kluci hnedka běží
(D, dement nezná význam)
(D, dlouhodobej typ fakt nejsem)
(D, devil nebo evil, já jsem obě)
(D, dostal jsem tu ránu)
Vobčas si připadám jako devil
Snažim se bejt good ale stejně jsem furt evil
Padám stalé dolů
Stále křičím mayday
Bůh se na mě obrátil
Vesmír možná taky
Pro teď zkusím Buddhu
Potom možná zkusím zabrat
Našel jsem svůj skrytej balanc
Našel jsem sám sebe
Teď už jedu jako Le Mans
Vobčas potřebuju kněze
Nejsem tu jen proto abych se zůčastnil
Jsem, jsem tu proto abych to tu převzal
(Vobčas si připádám jako devil)
(Snažim se bejt good ale stejně jsem furt evil)
(Evil, evil)
(Evil, evil)
(Vobčas si připádám jako devil)
(Snažim se bejt good ale stejně jsem furt evil)
(Evil, evil)
(Evil, evil)
(Vobčas si připádám jako devil)
(Snažim se bejt good ale stejně jsem furt evil)
Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz best to be careful crossin
The street, before they end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga Case lives forever
What evil lurks in the heart of men?
Sandman bring me a good dream)
I don't know what's going on if you can take us there
Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggas best to be careful crossin
The street, before they end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggas tend to forget, however
Peep this — my nigga Kase lives forever
What evil lurks in the heart of men?
Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'm a swisher man
8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman
Yea, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith and Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black metal
Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to heaven
Kevin!
Hold on, I bet ya we'll never go
wrong, if we stay strong against the evil that be tryin' to split ya.
We, who gets conflict, must just be weak, it's gettin' clearer
and clearer [and clearer].
Hi there, nice to be with you, glad you could stick around.
Like to introduce `Legs' Larry Smith, drums
And Sam Spoons, rhythm pole
And Vernon Dudley Bohay-Nowell, bass guitar
And Neil Innes, piano.
A charming face, a devil's grin
The world saw a man, but not the sin within
Ted Bundy smiled, but his heart was cold
A predator lurking, a story untold
From Washington State to Florida's sands
He left his mark with bloodied hands
Young women vanished, hope erased
A killer's shadow that none could trace
He played the part, so polished, so neat
But evil whispered beneath the deceit
Behind those eyes, no soul to find
A monster hidden in a human's mind
Ted Bundy's shadow stretched so wide
Where innocence died, and darkness thrived
He fooled the world, but not his fate
The devil's lies met judgment's gate
His charm was poison, his words a snare
A haunting reminder of evil's glare
He lured them in with a cast and charm
A broken arm or a need for harm
In the dead of night, his hammer fell
Turning life's light into a living hell
Thirty confessed, but many more lay
In shallow graves, where silence stays
The courtroom turned into a spectacle grand
But no show of remorse stained his hands
He laughed at justice, mocked the pain
Thought his intellect would keep him sane
But the gavel fell, his mask undone
Death row awaited, his time had come
Ted Bundy's shadow stretched so wide
Where innocence died, and darkness thrived
He fooled the world, but not his fate
The devil's lies met judgment's gate
His charm was poison, his words a snare
A haunting reminder of evil's glare
January morn, '89's cold air
An electric chair and the crowd's loud glare
"Burn, Bundy, burn," the people cried
But no cheers could erase the lives he denied
The switch was thrown, his life turned to ash
But his ghost lingers in the past
For the mothers who weep, the friends who mourn
His end brought closure, but hearts still torn
The monster's gone, but lessons remain
About the masks we wear, the hidden pain
He was charming, clever, but don't forget
Evil often hides where you'd least expect
For every name, for every lost soul
Their light extinguished by his dark control
May their memory burn brighter than his flame
A testament to the lives he couldn't claim
Ted Bundy's shadow stretched so wide
But love and hope will always survive
He fooled the world, but not his fate
The devil's lies met judgment's gate
His charm was poison, his words a snare
A haunting reminder of evil's glare
Now he's gone, his story done
A warning etched beneath the sun
For those we've lost, we say their names
May justice live where evil claims
Ted Bundy fell, his shadow fades
But the scars remain where his darkness laid
Yo twelve lane
Lock dung white hall
Gun shot from sun up till night fall
Yo jeffrey Hype
Wet dem up like a tsunami
A wah di bloodclat dis
Dem wah fi war mi so mi send fi mi army
Bullet a spray dem like isimiaki
Dis di empire coppa shot ago fire
Mr palmer got de rifle dem weh taller dan palm tree
Wah fi war me so mi send fi mi army
Bullet a spray dem like isimiaki
Nuttin with gleaner so mi disguise ina
Camouflage blue suit and red semi khaki
One gunshot kill any man
Di rementon dat tun him ina skeleton
Smith and wesson eva ina adidja lef han
Coppa split skull ina de split of a second
Doc a look ina him head without a cap scan
You nuh kno me
Dis a supa cat song
Mount a gun weh him add up mad di maths man
Flining afti cricketa mi no bats man
Wats wrong
Dem come with gang but wen dis bang dem head fling from
Dem neck dem mek one false move shots sen death dem met dem death
Caan dis whiteall everett bwoy piss demself like child wen wet
You send threat, go suck ya maada a dead before dishonor
Dem wah fi war mi so mi send fi mi army
Bullet a spray dem like itsy miaki
Dis de empire coppa shot ago fire
Mr palmer got de rifle dem weh taller dan palm tree
Wah fi war me so mi send fi mi army
Bullets a spray dem like itsy miaki
Nuttin with gleaner so mi disguise ina
Camouflage blue suit and red semi khaki
No meetin
From yo dis yo get beatin
Steven
None a him gun no use deisel
So deivel believe we ago link yo fi reason
Bullet to skin like meat to meat season
Gaza cold like winta mi no response fi di otha bloodcloth three seasons
So tell missa evil kneivel mi desert pigeon kill him eagle
How u fi think seh classic wen mi seh sixpance
Mine have crank shaft distancs
Bwoy come a big ship a dis lance
Mi no response kick him off at a distance
God have de whole world in his hands
But me own the guns and all de big bombs
A no me start it trical, me neva wah nuh guerrila war.
The way you shake that ass it's like you tryin to kill me
I'm with the sex you need, so baby heal me
Teddy Ted and Made Men, what you forgot me
[Chorus]
[Benzino]
Boottee ass niggas that's there for blastin
Smith and Wesson turn ya into ashes
Assassin, that's me if ya askin
Get ya frame bent up, wrapped in plastic
Who got the game mastered?
[E-40]
L-U-V, luv (LUV!) Backwards that spells EVIL (evil)
Connivin, triflin ass people (people)
Uhh - kinda soda(?)
Wifebeater tanktop, restrainin order
All up in her kitchen (in her kitchen)
But have you noticed how she fuck different (different)
It ain't the crevice that you wanna shank
It's me - 'Fat Bank Take Little Bank', BEO-EO-ITCH!
),
Blonde highlights, flourescent sock,
Steve lynex and gordon smith,
Martin fry grew a quiff,
Haysi fantayzee, videotech,
Shakey drove us crazy, what the heck,
Hazel o'connor in breaking glass,
Gripper stebson's in the class."
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