hobby wondering if you're the next But when it comes time for self-defense, you'll py for the attacker's death There's No Hope of what you do No Hope
It seems that there's a deadly virus That's sweeping through the urban community The side-effects cannot often be seen Because your pockets will not turn
want it all chewed up Or battered and bruised Dont waste it away Because i only have one Down want to look down and see that its gone I hope you understand
From little Billy Jones to lean, lusious Jane Billy Jane Jones This Comes From My Heart I hope your nights are filled with a thousand stars But don't waste
Half the patients wasted self pride at Commencement So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe They sold Pompeii impression, waste
toms; Ia??m not the same shit youa??ve heard before; My heart is the beat on the first and fourth; Hip-hop isna??t dead this is urban law; Wea??ll drag
la li la leh (Do you wanna have a party?) Verse 1 Yo, straight out the rhyme book On this old time hook Don't waste no time look Joe Flizzow
[Intro] It seems that there's a deadly virus that's sweeping through the urban community The side effects cannot often be seen because your pockets will
of a bank role and stroll Catch bodies like a cold. And stay sick So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it Waste it, in the fucking
