Island) and comin back from hell (From the dephts of hell) (Back) (back) (from hell) (Back from hell) (Back) (from hell) (Back) (back) (from hell) (Back) (back) (back from hell) (Yeah) (Back) (back) (back
other son For crack as well, the brother black he yell You just stop and think, he's comin' back from hell From the depths of hell and you can smell
Big Daddy Kane) [Intro: Busta Rhymes] This is a national security alert! (REMIX! REMIX! REMIX!) Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (REMIX! REMIX! REMIX
Big Daddy Kane) [Intro: Busta Rhymes] This is a national security alert! (Remix! Remix! Remix!) Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (Remix! Remix! Remix
Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer I'm bickin back, bein bool on
up, throw 'em up When the beat come back around everybody do it again Do the eastside run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah!!) Do my southside run this mutha for ya? (Hell
he'll take your head ! Surprise, Surprise, I'm comin' at ya' live; I sure as hell ain't Mickey Mouse, I'm a killer in disguise; You can run, you can
a 187 Ain't no turning back I'm strapped with 2 crome gacks I See death around the corner My time to go I'm ready black Cause I'm a soldier gone off
'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Game)] Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine
I shot -yeah- A nigga shock'd he shock'd he ryght thurr On every blokk itz hott im hott hurr I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd -Jungle- Tuck
soldier Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer I'm bickin back, bein
the next mornin, niggaz had stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if
