won't be heard Damaged but I'm ok Checking the chamber, nervous I came here Looking through colored blinds Careful don't miss me, going out easy Socially I'm out nine
a sleeplessness awaits I searched out my companions who were lost in crystal canyons When the aimless blade of science Slashed the pearly gates It was then I knew I
Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome piece Plus I
, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who's the odd man out, I guess we got somethin' in common I'm just a little more calm when I'm about to split your
fan from Windsor I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny fag Keniff-sta You bastard I ain't wanna have to diss ya Canibis, where the fuck you at? I miss ya! [
heard me And I dropped in effect since 9/11 I'm on the avenue with nines, elevens, I'm a two times felon That's why I keep the top up, on my 9-11 Pele
somebody gots to die Uh huh, y'all bitches fucked up, smoked out my packages You had mackie shit and pappy shit? [raekwon] Word to aunt may I want mine, pulled out the nine
at the top of his game, right now I'm tellin', I'ma show you, watch You know what I mean? He's a born again, hooligan, uh huh I'm red rum, Reverend
I'm out numbered I gotta gauge in the backseat 'cause if I feel I am mack dead In the trunk of my car I got weapons I'd a never had A thousand motherfucker
And now I wanna clap shit (Uh) I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit I lost my mind I can't get it back The way that I'm spittin, yo I spit ya
I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace I got plenty love for the nine-mill And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill But still I bust because I
I'm a lunatic, geah When I bust the strap everybody I'm a lunatic, geah, your days is done When I bust the gun everybody better run I'm dreamin' more
't even get to bail him out I can't believe this nigga Hud tried to blame it on me We on the I-95, three jars on my seat I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced
I'm seeking it with 'em, I'm dope the streets need me to hit 'em With some of that Revolutionary blunted rap My peoples want hits, I hit it from the
frog with his arms and legs outspread I gazed at the coffin I'd brought for him and I gazed at the gruesome dead And at last I spoke Bill liked his joke
king I came to new york, out of west va. They call me shorty locin, I'm deadly and I don't play Like willy watson I fucked 'em and I knocked 'em Straight
I'm still bucking with my muthafuckin' tone Niggas you can't handle this so leave this alone I'm the type of nigga right even when I'm wrong Jump out
