session of self destruction Get your ass up cause you're not the only one Friends are no friends Friends are no friends, just a friend Real friends are real friends
ass misled That's when I rolled up in your house and take your shit away Thought you had a friend, but I'm a nigga gettin' paid Real swift, here's a
, we won't stress I figured this platinum got you acting Like you got to be me It's all in your mind but in time You'll find we as real as we speak
Krayzie: It's 1999. Guess what? The muthafuckin' real thugs is in this muthafucka. Oh, shit! Krayzie: Always, always . . . What am I? What am I? A thug
this is And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes Have a piece of this pain on a platter, it's one of my best dishes When you assassinate
self-defense, he killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them, they was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside
, low rider Low rider, low rider Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy We some real
his credentials Growin' up ain't easy in the Central [Chorus:] In the soul of the one holdin' the gun Of the Assassin, elimination, blastin', assassination
Fatal Attraction I am, that nigga for real Per capita smacking the next rapper that uses the term "swag" or thereafter These three assassins get to ass
hello to my little friend, posa caso Tato, now that's all she wrote Muthafuckas think I fell for the okie doke But you can quote me loke, 'cuz the joke's on you Soul Assassins
stage lookin ragidy takin mine i say no words i play it cool then intoduce tech n9ne and if you niggas wanna bang its all jesus aint nothin but a thing real
and hate me, hater Hack ya hard drive and erase the data 'Til I come face to face with my creator Bust back, bottom line, Bourne Ultimatum I'm too smart to assassinate
