Eye for an eye And dust to dust We've got no future We respect the past Eye for an eye And dust to dust Like there's no tomorrow We will live our lives
hug Kiss and give you back rubs had to scratch our way up from down in the mud we weren't discovered in no Mickey Mouse club Playing our dub. Looking for a deal we're too for
back into time Follow this here One way out This black hole For this black soul Shit is outta control I'm fighting for my position To be a fetus
a couple of men, who would live it out,.. I was something like Thomas, I landed my hand on my doubt Got my hands to the plough, not my hands to the gun
ass for his cabbage an dissapeared like Aladdin an trappin his ass inside a mutha fuckin cave niggas that came wit the pistols I got missles and hand grenades an
wake, and serve fiends at your funeral Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes" I'm a 50, an
mandible Channel headquarters order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss) FBI demands column to this pigeon ankle And boomeranging' our harvest; 51st area sickness Not a threat, an
we change the tempo so you can clap your hands And then we add a little ( ? ) so y'all can dance And you like our style, which is just our voice So young
livin Thinkin they make a better bred of man Than the man when he went in Rub up a man for sinnin Handcuff his hands to the system, banned from his
bread and poured out wine when seen with the natural eye authentic Christian livin' blows the mind What validates my faith go check you'll see from the
These suckas is hatin, cause situation at hands [Andre Nickatina:] Playboy I'm from the Fillmoe, man a.k.a. Bay-yola We let our hair grow to our shoulders
take out their garbage for a long time. We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take
trashes My hand goes across ya face till it slap passes The rap crashes, does ya mic have the insurance? a 100 beats per minute, can you spit it for the
I hustle hard for the love of god My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at heart So when
groovin' yes! And I got the protection for this type of affection When you're pitting your best in there Ain't no time for restrain Girl you know I see in your eye
the north; an eon-veiled kingdom forever steeped in ancient legendry and the renown of its martial splendour... but of late, an ill wind whispers malignly