for my chance I will hunt you 'till death Strike you down on the chase If it takes my last breath I'll strike you down an the chase Strike you down
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my chance I will hunt you 'till death Strike you down on the chase If it takes my last breath I'll strike you down an the chase Strike you down No break
for hell as you seek revenge Bear the scars of your inhuman rage Lost in a maze of sounds Clarity escapes The whispers chase you away Numb and unaware
sexist appeal demoralizes men, distoriting their view making the body the most important part to pursue initiating a chase that relies on deception hoping
about your flesh and blood and defires like me? Their evil eyes are looking down on you And those who don't are losing sight of you Face the rage to chase
Bizzy Bone] We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em When the po-po chase, If they catch
run-run. (Kick it.) [x3] [Bizzy:] Hit, get 'em up: nigga's on the run, runnin' side by side with' #1. When drop me gauge, and when the po-po chase and
may bring The end is near the prophet screamed So you no longer chase that dream All our days the end's been told A bomb won't let our rage grow old
niggas wanted to blast heat Damn! I told Ben we need a trapdoor on the Blowed stage 'Cause with these careless drivers I'll set a crash course on road rage
wastin' away At home, wastin' a day, I sleep a lot to avoid facin' the day And I should be outside chasin' the pay Instead of havin' Vanilla Coke chase
I've tried livin' it risky, Relyin' on women and whiskey, To chase my blues, turned my nights to day. First rage, only a pastime, With age, more then
bailing hard because a brother is up on it. Catch me if you can cause fool, Eiht is wanted. I lace up my kicks, because a brother's on the run. Chase
on welfare no healthcare we walking down hell stairs Hell Yeah! I looked for help else where all I had was a 9milli and one gage plus Rage I dropped
chance to blast back Eyes bloodshot and Puffy, and got up like Scarface (Pacino: "Say hello to my little friend") Lettin' off a Dirty Dozen, now it's a car chase
dollar piece...d'ya see it?! Whoesoever of ye raises that same White Whale, He shall have this gold ounce! [Anti-verse:] [Ahab:] "...I'll chase that
