!" Verse 1: Brother Marquis: I'm a part of this, just like you I'm a disciple of Satan, with work to do I'll ride you to your death and squeeze blood
'll see if they'll play this Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, turn it up Bring the noise Bring the noise
that it all is nonsense All your live's one track, can't they see it's pointless? But then, my knees give under me My head feels weak and suddenly it
make it up like never before You want all the little things that make it work it Why not, we can get it, we both deserve it It's hard but nothin good, it
'mon Till death do us part I do Till death do us part I do Till death do us part I do Till death do us part I do I do I do
Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot? Forget it, act stupid little sucker, I'll
death, tell me how it sounds, G (Cool) Waord, since I have to prove that I'm the same And still remain dropping dogs in this rap game To make it all
border patrol Bobby Ramirez was a ten-year veteran We became friends His family was from Guanajuato So the job it was different for him He said "They risk death
started flippin Seeing the world through very different eyes People askin' her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sides Yo, her skin is yellow, it
take it, cause I dish it out I love my people but I'm paranoid, walk up on me my pistol I'ma whip it out Can't trust nobody, from my friends to my kins
we do is illegal Im fly like an eagle, eagle Listen to you rapping and I whip it like devo I aint a clown dawg cash invested Friends ride bikes black vests and death
asshole and open it While I'm still holdin it, openin and closin it I break they motherfuckin pelvic bones with it I will sabotage, everybody knows that
away from two Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do [Chuck D: x4 in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Flavor Flav] Bust it, we
(featuring Slick Rick) [Common] Yeah yeah You know, Slick, why do he wanna come crib Acting like he know how the brothers live? We have to let 'em
little, mites had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It
to Rich Porter little brother Who died in the struggle and never got recognized for it Dedicated to niggas like Phat Cap and Perry Mason You know You know how them niggas do
And I'ma ask my little nigga what's happening hav You died on mothers day, mom it's a gift I know god took my brother cause his honor and strength And
, look in the clouds And I'ma ask my little nigga what's happening hav You died on mothers day, mom it's a gift I know God took my brother 'cause his
