up I see an enemy's bus Saw the anatomy up I catch the ballerinas Now I was walkin' down this one block Didn't hear a gun shot Smellin' hell or nature
I'ma drop These jealous haters until they hear 1-9-3-2-0-7-0-6-8-T-W In the free world one more god damn gin, causing havoc and fury I'ma be popping pills
Dark And Gritty Back In The Dizzy Jackin Was Happenin Gafflin Many Cacklin Now We Packaging Crack And The Addict Will Pop. Kansas City Missouri Feel The Fury
you wanna act like you livin a movie I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got in a "Fist of Fury" Bitch niggas, nothin but snitch niggas Today
'll be damned if I miss A warrior waiting for Armageddon I get serious as hell when I'm threatened Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury Send
to get it [Chorus] [Drag-On:] Yeah, chea, uh, uh Niggas in New York like on the cell Turn to kid got shot named Sean Bell Damn, another good soldier
was the end Wish every motherfucker's in like sentence Where they been since? Let me not go deep in the story But damn it, I feel the fury when I'm rapping
gun came from the whiz, Cowardly Lion, got heart now Let's pull it on a stranger Ahh, fun for the crew Surprised when he realized, damn dude got one too
hot Ready to kick the plot so wipin the flop and then I vanish Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth and then say damn it's a shame, the brain is
fast fury To run out and find a new Mrs. Mathers Cuz see, technically me and Kim ain't back fully But we do still make booty calls occasionally But be damned
mothafuckers Yo, James spin off, slang dames wanna hit off Check this Slovak lock it down, lames get off Jury match, range rack, fists of fury-act Don
beagle-lookin mothafuckers Yo, James spin off, slang dames wanna hit off Check this Slovak lock it down, lames get off Jury match, range rack, fists of fury
The wolf outside the door Come hear a tale of Halloween And one October not long past Jim Nightshade and Will Halloway Would never be quite so young anymore Fury
Spoon+ Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight coon Black gun, red beam, ready for high noon Pusha straight like, half-past noon "Hell Hath No Fury"