Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four Winds blowing through her hair
Oh yeah I'm back motherfucker, Ice-T 1991 fool Told you, you should've killed me last year Once again I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E
on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's deep inside it's killing me but soon its gon be killing
'm in the hood tryin' to make a G before nine Five thirty, took a break and I'm back on the grind Four ten, put some Dro in the wind then Let it go, '
the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind
all? Anything at all From the earth's four corners the people are calling Forming equations but the questions are hard All men are brothers, killing
Ac's with rims, Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes, Peep my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four
leave rappers' souls as cold as ice I'm like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin' men to mice Breakin' the law, city urban tower without a four Bringin
jumpin' Get it from a pro, get it for the low Get you some blow, get it for the nose Get it for the show, get it for the hoes Four wheeler cranked
she can't keep her legs closed Always on the creep Now she's in too deep Now she face's neglect, abuse and rape And [incomprehensible] killer If she try
wind I'm livin' Not pillin', just element twistin' From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin' From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin
man is dead See nine out of ten are black on black crimes Four out of nine were killed before their prime The other five wanted vengeance So now five
a G, I'm a G, I'm a G, I'm a G Now guess who stepped through the motherfucking door Boys Militainment and that boy N.O. Phantom windows down so the wind
[Dell] Dell, murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory
(Where your sparkle at kid) Ryzarector Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour's four
That's rumored to walk out the frame and get bigger Where the imagination runs wild, like who's creepin' Neighbors are acres away and probably sleepin' Wind
heat pressure Power by strong winds that blew rhymes off the dresser The words spread through the town from Yonkers to Leffers And to kill off the slang
