Scream backwards during this moment of silence In another dimension gangstas are nonviolent Science of love, born reality Physics and Math add up to
You Don't Ricky Ricky Reck It) Yawl Called The Cops And Recorded A Message When I'm Just Tryna Kill A Problem Called Erection Head In The Coupe Call It
what we do The reputation of the NWA crew Gettin' busy because we're cold stampin' And we're born and raised And we're born and raised And we're born
warm bloody blood like its was born stop honking on that horn im not stopping for no whore this is masta war ive been cursing since i was born on my
am I? On high with a pen Blessed manifest rhyme god transcend (Pay attention y'all) You call him God's Son, I call him God sent First the God sent me,
Hear that outside? Go feed the dogs they're begging barking bashing at their homes cold and wet and dirty like the earth that mashes molding muddy marching
right, daylight, or after midnight Game Trump tight, down to dump on sight Call me the sniper with mo' chips than Wesley Snipes Niggaz oppose me to get cracked like the pipe Born
only gonna break break ya break break ya heart. [x4] Woah woah [Bridge] And I know karma's gonna get me back for being so cold Like a big bad wolf I'm born
Mortal men bleed and live a cruel joke While resorts for MC's get ridiculed most These lyrics show quote ain't false alarms It's a call to arms, from
[Lyrics & Music - Hanneman] Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived Tighten
[SLAYER - 1986 - "Reign In Blood"] [Lyrics & Music - Hanneman] Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb
, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The smell
some hot shit While you run I pop shit Yo ghetto aint no harder than mine, fuck that block shit You cant manage them thangs The robber takin and born
Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill
considered me family Hold it down Mayne I got you 'til we up there wit' granny 'Cause as soon as I start writing I start going through physical Deeper into my spiritual I'm so fuckin' lyrical MJG the realest the truth the definition Just call
cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold Mmm, I need that Hot Tottie You can be my Hot Tottie She
I'm locked inside A land called foolish pride Where the man is always right He hates to talk but loves to fight Is that all right? On real cold days
'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas that have died out here In this bullshit that we call the streets