Testi:
Figure Four In The Face Of Death

this worldly power Taker of lives I won't be controlled by this world I won't be controlled By this worldly power In the face of death I will hold close

!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne is spillin while we hit every club that my Denali hit Out for this four thousand

, Crip or cry, Crip, Crip, Crip or die Snoops Rest In Peace, nigga you know why Mobbin' down the 3rd, flamed up - like a fire truck Face to face with death

m bendin em Even when the tempo's slow, I swing like a pendulum Solid for suckers cause I'm a deadly motherfucker When your face and my gauge collide

it's a paperchase So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the Streets, hit the joints like hollow Boy better figure if you owe them, better

[Scarface:] As I open my eyes unto a new day I see the same old shit that I was face to face with yesterday It's all the same and I can't change time

death, (?) send ya If you say that I'm the coolest I'll probably say "Truly!" But at this time I represent Keith Cooley [samples and scratches] Verse four

it, just ain't got that LOUD Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin bout

with the crips and never rang no Gloccs Mo like a succa, but figure now a nigga would know When you slip around and through settrip, it's like walkin death