beast within shall rise from sea to shining sea It's kill or be killed It's a call for their demise by hate - eternally So who can be trusted if
the beast within shall rise from sea to shining sea It's a call for their demise by hate - eternally It's kill or be killed So who can be trusted if
'bout to die or you blowin' the trial We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin' awhile Ayo, let's do it for the hood where there's alotta homicides at Where killers
blind (Must be i got stupid on my head) Looks just like Ginuwine I know you been tappin' that spine (Tap tap tap) Or could it be that nigga doin' time
I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks. So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' MCs like trees, piece-by-piece buildin' cabins. I'm a maniac magician, abra cadabra, makin' pain
're scared, and tears of fear made your pillow wet You wanna tic-tac-toe with a big rap pro? Yo, play it again Polo Guys are weary, eyes be teary, survived
fuckin beach with the what Nike sandal, got em on my feet hide behind tint be blowin sweet, them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat, dont settle
f/ M.O.P. [Styles] My style's louder than a stereo Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers then show up at the burials I don't mean to
hungers yo enemy But you can't kill dat! Nigga wake up, don't join the army Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminatis and they ain't even real, or are
, go on and do what you do And you need to get the rifle or you worried bout two Cause I'm hated by many, and loved by few But I kill down fry 'fore I
aint Marvin gay but I can get it on wich ya?ll Yea microphone C. H. echa no liquor Just pain killas and pro mecha young echas Jumpin the gas like checkers yea cant check us or
Fuck with featherweights, in medial clemently states We smoke 'em in a demonstration so We'd like to thank you for checking out the show And if you don't know by now you never know Some are amateurs but we be pro
get crazed tip tangeray or be on the flip phone these hoes be on my bone I might just come with marble just to switch to teflon these hoes be on my zipper
For the means to achieve our deviant needs The guilty should die and the innocent bleed Doctors of death, practitioners of pain Morbid addictions cannot be
opposite And I got the test results Im very positive That's why im on this track wit PRo because im supposed to give So potent portions of potion proportion into postin kids Of pain
Give me power to end all of the strife Courage to kill the pro life I don't want to see, you can't change me You tell me not to bow, follow for now You
heard? In the South nigga, deep in the four door watchin' That old dog or in the club nigga, shakin' them hoes off Poppin' my foes off ain't nothin' changed or
me But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me Strangely I'm no longer sad man or angry Shame-ably it pains me, feeling like this
