the mad streets and merkin Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans Curtains for anybody perpin Leave in a hearse for certain Blood on the curb and
blood in my veins No matter what'll happen to me where I'm goin won't change The stranger lookin through your window, drinkin blood in the rain I can'
reasons in this gun And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down And in this pool of blood, and
and my cross piece For automatics, ammo I (*gun shots*) need more heat Terrorists, bomb threats in the night club Drivin over mine fields on crome dubs And through all the lootin and
panic and flames where nobody gets blamed by the tired, and broke down, and beat. In sunken gardens where there was a street. West over water I rambled and paced, and
Rep my name, any terrain, Sunzini the flame Raised up, in the lion's den, warrin' with men Trapped and sent gas and wheezing for oxygen Visual toxin,
I lyrically The upinomy lyrical ability Soulute busta rhymes puffy and big This is victory Face fire don't run tfrom scorchers And flames My blood don
really it contains acids and chemicals When her friend tries it, her hair falls out, Her face is wrinkled and her body scarred The thoughtful woman turns to her husband and winks And
those races, colors, and creeds, every man bleeds for the countless victims and all their families of the murdered, tortured and slaved, raped, robbed and
drag you up the eiffel. Bring the beast out of my rifle. Spit flames that would hurt you. And make you my disciple. Welcome to my world and Imma make
railraod tracks when the wolf bains blooming by the tressel and get the eyeball of a rooster and the stones from a ditch and wash em down with bilge water and
the town of the blood stain And ain't nothing helping us way back in the days We used to pose and chill with [?] [Chorus] Look into my eyes and tell
mammal, and then screeching along the guard rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for 400 yards over and over with one final back and
my nine, put it to your mind and blow that shit, on some real Poet shit My clique be G.I. Joe and shit Big guns and army pants That where I spit my advance
first, never last Swift-swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron fast Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas Set fire to the ash, smoked