Lyrics:
ringing at midnight
Touch the screen, but won't pick up
Made too many mistakes this time
Simple actions turned corrupt
Battered by a storm of blackmail
bleed tonight
I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I
One two
Get behind the walls of new Roma, want to buy the farm
But the land's not yours to own?
Who owns Police? Who holds floor grease on a sandy
American, resistance is the game!)
Two pigs wearing suits
Brought the news
That I'm wanted by the bank
They say the rent is due
Caesar's onto you
So you
Role model on these streets because I live by several rules
But number one and number two is never lose and never snooze
Number three is never choose
degrees
No mixing with thieves
She shaking the keys
She's seeing things with new eyes
No evidence but they believe the lies
15 nations got the wool over
Two others out of my head, out of my bed
I step down and find that it's a silent unfair
Loving the veg, and the flash I'm back on the edge
Going with
[MJG]
1 to the muthafuckin 2 to the muthafuckin 3
The sound of the boom is sweatin ya hard like a mystery
Could It be
The pimps could rule the nation
Force chargin' at us, news flash
Thug crews blast at officers
Coroners pick you up from the grass
Livin' fast 'til somebody tries
Meltin' my chest i'm
spray
Slap hands with my mans by the walls we play
Now, waist chains and cami-flauge complete sag
Live pools, my squad rules
From solar to lunar, cheap
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
and my mercenaries, middle of south sudan
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew deep
We purge for
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
the vibes
And get live cypha with ya boys
And ya tribe there’s all eyes
On you, so tell me what you gonna do
The Legits Blast
Come thru to rep your crew uh
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
them, filled them with them lugers
Ruger, you God damn hoodlums
But it's too late, I see the king in the New Jerusalem
I can touch the gates
[Chorus 2
SoSoDef (what?)
Huh, yeah I don't dance I mash
(It's like dis doe)
AZ, come on
It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one
The crew
2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop
fueled from within like CointelPro
I will live by the code of the Panther ethos
We need to bring that unity for our strength to combine
Now the way we
and ballplayers
Singers dancers and rhyme sayers
Why do us like you do
Ska doo
Fuck da residue
Frustrated 5 on 2s
No breaks for madd crews
Nowwho the fuck is you
don't rock with you dog dog can't.
Join the crew. You ain't living like that And this ain't nothing new.
Five, four, three, two, one, they will shut
the baddest bitch gay y'all
Like stacy, damn, she was eatin' tracy's ass
At this other lady's pad
To get it on I had to call up desert storm
My cut-throats scar
of the burning sun.
Waves crash loudly, shouting back,
Storms brew fiercely, on our track,
Fearless we stand, the crew and I,
Onward we sail, ‘neath the vast sky.
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