Who's that walking with a whole in his head? Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread. What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? I tell 'em
St. T, We mash on the gas, Hangin' out the window, hit the heat Apply pressure to yo head nigga, And little bullets take red from yo head nigga, Should
(Peedi Crack) Uh Uh huh Uh Huh Uh I'll box your fuckin' head off Who gon' knock the kid off? None of y'all which one of y'all come try me I'll body little
in the junkyard with the junk You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head You're all
I cross the green mountain I sit by the stream Heaven blazing in my head I, I dreamt a monstrous dream Something came up Out of the sea Swept through
in the fuckin head [Chorus] [Cage] I drank a bottle of Jack, sniffed three bottles of kitty In the middle of the freeway walkin to the city So much
me the industry impala we drive by some chevy impalas riders we fighters with nine lives an live nines hit em in the body with a gun shot wound shot fo
Rise The madness of a big city where in the evening near Walls stare crippeled trees Ghost of the bad Wearing a silver mask with magnetic scourge Thrust
:] pass me the industry impala we drive by some chevy impalas riders we fighters with nine lives an live nines hit 'em in the body with a gun shot wound
mo' holes than a golf ball Pussy fallin all out of my Granada Squabs in Kansas City, squabs in Colorado Learned how to pop my collar in the city where
for your rhyme Put you in a pine box You and your whole family's on detox Hustlin crack for Reeboks Holy socks, cut you with my ox Rampage got the city
are wound so close And the buses bounce from side-to-side We thought that we might die We couldn't find a place to sleep at all that night The city filled
changed nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum hammer through the metal wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner city
on the streets Since summer '86, my prefix is like a remix Throwing bricks, try and dub this shit, it's accurate Come for your head, it's immaculate Conception
down here tonight The way this make you feel, say oohhh Tonight, the way This make you feel, say oohhh (Rock City!) Toast to the good life... [Rock City
sayin'? So what type of witness protection program you got for me?" [Chorus:] You keep tellin' all these coppers I'm gonna hurt you 'till you bleed All these niggas in my city
blows your head to chunks Rip flyer before I dip, be quick, hip fire Slip by you a line that goes off like a trip wire I'm from the sickest city, your
have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded You
