m so mad I'm busting veins in my forehead You want to get off,come on let's rock But have your safety off,and your shit cocked Because when I come to
lack, in the back, back of the lack In the, in the back of the lack In the back of the lack In the back, back of the lack, in the, in the back of the
the CHI wearing Yankee hats You Chicago nigga, you can't be that You ain't number one Joe, you ain't T-Mac Nigga, don't claim Brooklyn, don't do that When you niggaz come
Detroit and Chicago I hate lookin at rappers who freestyle Walkin around the same block, they still gonna be there tomorrow Battle back and forth, East
in wrong place I will make the move with the truck The Funeral Director, will come with his own black suit and that spector, to step in his ride Will
thinkin' that I won't bomb back at ya Thinkin' I'm a rapper, actor Think I won't blast 'em? Shit, I'm always ready to bomb back on bustas I got my gun
're fallin' off, and I will not follow a trend, Go call your boss, I put a hot hollow in him, I never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind, Butter's soft
in Amsterdam where they smoke in the street And sell pussy like bread minus the blood shed. Lamb logo blood red More rings than Chicago, nuff said. My mommy had heart attacks back to back
minds and troubled times Stacks, I'm tryin to double mine I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple of nines Me and tracks back to back, circle the block
hip-hop, hey! [Tash] I'm back at-ch ya Ca-tash-tra Spy master with a deuce-deuce I bump heads with rappers Tryin to knock them niggaz screws lose So come
said ?come over here? I love her breast and I love her thighs And I love her smile and her deep brown eyes Well those first days of spring Good luck will
Thake this back with ya It's nothing, It's nothing Forgive me when I'm stopping the rythym Coppin tha eyes, poppin whena I feel eh the rythym Feelin to kill em Willin
it's slangin' or banging, drinking or smokin' There's bound to be one cat thinkin' of loccin' The hood's like a sitcom Leave ya bike outside, come back
it if you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed I represent (T-R-U) where them killas at 3rd Ward, uptown, Calliope on the map Back up off me,
keep it real, so I can feel, the skills Funky fresh rhymes I will build so I kill and thrill, lyrics spittin, through my lips Doin backflips, it's another hit Come
Axe] Love is love, bitch, hate is hate I get pussy from state to state Love is love, bitch, hate is hate I gets pussy from state to state Love is love
really love you) Yo, yo, yo [RZA] I love you like how birds love rose petals, Killarmy love full metal I love you like how the Park Hill cats love to
cry a river 'Till an ocean starts to form, yeah But she will always remember Cuz she's a woman scorned And if you ever get her back It will never be the