Save'em Make them sour above all bad Don't walk to close child To the house on the hill It's possessed by powers From the other side Keep on walking
you ever try attacking me, that could be when I eat them Especially when I beat them When they see a bunch of killers and hustlers on the side of me I
smoke Once I'm provoked I shove a fifth long down ya throat And let ya taste the steel Another body unidentified shit from the pot is spilled Ya punk
nothing in my hand Not even the feel of steel You will not take my child... [THUY] You don't know how to kill [KIM] I have no other choice What I must
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars He got some in prison and others in bars The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime They looked
react, attack a brother wasn't blessed with wealth So I act like that drug dealin' I'm frontin' on the world once I start 4-wheelin' 'Cause back on the 41st side
in your backpack You tear my tip off, replace it with a fat cap I'm 12 oz. of steel concealed in a knapsack Ya pull me out, ya shake me up and then attack
slider to the cheek bone Call me critical the disc jockey, the B side kickin Phat beats eternal, eternal pushin fried chicken Snap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackels Sneak attack
I'm really upset (Where you at Rock, where you at) You know, we planned this whole thing around you Well Father's Day was the other day and yet you couldn
can silence others by denying them their voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side. Whispered intimacies might
other side bleeding? Can you succeed in leaving the other side bleeding? Or will they defeat my street fleet? Can you succeed in leaving the other side
The West-side nigga, we ballers for real (Ridin' ride on what we be?) For real, I got it bought you the blue steel Cowards hit the panic button Thinkin
attacked from different sides Hard pressed with numbers We could not even run nor hide We had to stand and fight Then I felt a blade of steel Penetrate
got shit to do) (so we gon' get fucked up) Who dat? [verse 1] Bert and hussein, back to back now that's flammable Smokin' ya brain, attack the track
I'm under, for the duration, the past present future revelation I gain the trunks of those who comprehend Because they know I send niggaz through the other end Of this industry, commercial side
shit is real gotta pack my steel Just in case a nigga try to kill me, chill I ain't goin out like that I bust enough caps in backs, and other niggaz they
around everyone floored by the battering you give to whoever's around trapped in the personal hell of your own desperate addiction frightened that others
