a position to starve Capitalism's a religion that makes Satan a god And teaches self-righteous people to embrace a facade [DP One scratches*: "Say what
Get a little bit ex and a little bit of sex (mix that) Little bit of coke and a little bit of dope (slang that) Get a nice jersey along with a fit Little
could you slit my throat as your children stand by a tooth for a tooth, an eye fo an eye, yes i am an animal, why do you wear coat, so you can be the envy
girls be on Pa (Tron!) My exit's on the throne, cameraman take a flick (Click!) I?m "Rich, Boy" "Thew' D's on a b****!" (Click!) I get it raw like Wh-
hittin' dro And you never catch me slackin', I'm a pimpin' I'm a don You just a peon My game sold like a fresh can of Free-On I got big cake And they
blue knitted sharkskins Custom made like the ace of spade Switching robes when I leave the forum In the sleeve is a classic date Russian cut, mustard
way When you team up with envy like red cafe And all that blame is yours You trying to get a chain light flaws I'm trying to get a chain like stars Find
serve a raw dose You ain't hear the first time, so I return wit more dope And I just burned some raw smoke, Voo else wit a ?a-sand? Like a life-size statue
let a nigga shine with his glass house image Cause everything he own is us, with percentage [Pharoahe Monch] Aiyyo I never sold coke (what?) Never cut
(feat. AZ & Kool G Rap) [ VERSE 1: Papoose ] My lyrical tendency's equivalent to a critical felony Precise behind bars like a criminal's penalty Pinnacle
Why don't you go away, why don't you go away And never come back no more Cut throat, cut throat Fuck off!!! Why don't you go away, why don't you
s all just a game Understand & maintain we're all same frame no names See what we got to do is learn to make a change Stop being plain, use your brain cut
Chorus: Black Ice] The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas A gang of gangstas.. what up I might bang this steel, we a gang of gangstas A gang of gangstas
I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying Right Voice
with bloody allibys I'm a cat with 9 lives, a monster with 50 kills With a shotgun roamin the streets of Beverly Hills I'm in your hood like a street
knitted sharkskins Custom made like the ace of spade Switching robes when I leave the forum In the sleeve is a classic date Russian cut, mustard
I spit out a song I'm Richard Ramirez with Bundy eyes Leave a pussy stolen and swollen with bloody alibis I'm a cat with 9 lives, a monster with 50 kills
