in the ground Poke a hole through the clouds to breathe if we must Oh, tonight is the night for the moon in June It is so bright, steal away, steal away
ground We'll poke a hole through the clouds To breath if we must Ooohhh tonight is the night For the moon in June It is so bright Steal away steal away
the ground We'll poke a hole through the clouds To breath if we must Ooohhh tonight is the night For the moon in June It is so bright Steal away steal away
everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease Street homicide, war, it's all the same 'Cause murder is murder by any name A known criminal is sentenced to death
feet deep you try to blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
Once again The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder And we ain't askin' for shit, nigga we takin' it So Dre, blast they ass nigga Rat-
for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he built a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
served by greed Intolerance and bigotry at its high American justice is all a lie Blinded by a dream that you can't see Democracy and justice is served by
Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
a boss to please) Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're late Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack Murder, murder, on the wall,
alone but is surrounded by strange creatures and spirits. Some of these may sometimes try to lure man into their own influence... for their own entertainment... and to steal away
sweet by and by In the sweet by and by I was there at the Inquisition I was there at the witchcraft trials I was there when they murdered Montezuma
as your heart is kissed by the lips of death Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal
But have these cowards heard of me The rumors are real, better keep your glock cocked Leaving em stiffer than a statue Ready to defend, like a guerilla, by any Means that I'd murder