hole In the wall of my cell We're crawling in and going through the sewer pipe Before we both run like hell We leave the bodies by the water They're the guards that we kill And we
slip you're out You gotta know what you're talkin' about, drop science Every chance you get, hit direct and indirect, speak in code 'Cause you're never alone
that's proud to be the Syndicate connection Respect mandatory, up is the direction I stand alone, one man that's true But you, my crew, you're on my side, we
hit me all the time my phone be ringing off the hook like) [Ciara and Mindless Direction] We just two love birds, that's why we always tweetin'! [Ciara] He hit
up (Chorus) [Busta Rhymes] Hey you, don't you dare give me no type of argument, All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant, Hey, hit
the way And when you turn on the evening news Mass confusion is the only thing you see Well there's no question that we need a new direction 'Cause we
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone
but bones A lot of tall grass around his tombstone His mother left alone, her heart felt sorrow No time to play with the precious time we borrow They
We are about to spark this potential energy And we gonna channel it to one source Because the energy can, and will be dictated In any direction, in any
to the last stop See them on the corner, scheamin' a scam Makin' plans, beat the man that'll put him in [unverified] Cut for the loot to group, hit
is not revolved around how revolving I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my fantasy But deep down inside we know that we could never be Any more than what we are
the realest Them niggaz stay Infamous minded U've been blinded Cut on your face Fucking with these mobb giants They are the victims We be the victors
things that we ever knew Memories of this life coming back to you O we rocked deep inside of a shallow grave Eyes closed forever in our final resting place Will we
it Why can?t we see our fortunancy Living as legends have lived Bane and dismannered, we coax all the time Knowin' that nothin' is left when we die Come along fool A direct hit
we hit it off right away. So, we started living together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd mix Him a drink, we'd have dinner. And then I found out
local officals have turned the KOTTONMOUTH commitee case over to the Federal Bureau of Investigations The allusive orange county rappers, under the direction of TRIP DADDY X Are
that's our ass This ain't the past that we live in we're not forgiven It's death at the hands of the lands we've been given [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] A
