Ducking through the wave he's closing his eyes cleansing his brain of a sensory holding all his breath collecting his thoughts to focus on a goal i'm
Ducking through the wave He's closing his eyes Cleansing his brain of a sensory Holding all his breath Collecting his thoughts To focus on a goal To
And we call them, them Kobe B's 24s, please tell me that yall noticed those And I will not straight sleep on light So please hand me that known dough On the Jeep we have
the size of many Christmas trees This must be a jolly green tree for me Give me that, no sticks or seeds preferred I need herb the shit that have your
kinda one two, one two three four We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have
, 2, 1 2 3 4 We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read And in the face
, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. we must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web we must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read and in
hah, hah) to the hitty-bitty bust then show (hah, hah) babe babe doll, babe babe babe doll showing you Busta Rhymes will never fall everybody in the house have
[Madchild] Mental, torture chamber magnificent structure Swollen sculp dust surfing senses danger Spark this bats dangle in darkness Crept beneath
[Paladin] Dancin with the dudes, watch your step, One slip, my teeth rip through your neck. All flesh. Always been fresh always will be, Shadows in
promoting your block or buying fresh sneakers with gwops Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill
crack Dogs don't associate with cats Horses beat niggas with metallic wiffle ball bats If time could rewind I would have rewound before Knocked down,
mutton If I touch your button you'll start kick like charles dutton Lyrics persevere and you really must strive Three years gone but I will survive I.. i.. I will will
[Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like
The time has come for the blood To run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each
bit by spiders. Lizards and bugs, flies and mosquitoes, hookers with drugs and dirty ass needles, alley way cats, possums and rats, killers with gats attack you with bats
When all I did was shook it off, yeah, you heard me, shook it off Man, if we was up north, niggaz would have been fucked you But then we in the streets, niggaz should haven
Mentality devil, straight hardcore Then, of course, gotta keep it real I gotta pop my steal, then if I peeled Your cap back it was my will Cleveland
