Save'em Make them sour above all bad Don't walk to close child To the house on the hill It's possessed by powers From the other side Keep on walking
future revelation I gain the trunks of those who comprehend Because the know I send niggaz through the other end Of this industry, commercial side envies
depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side. Whispered
t got shit to do) (So we gon' get fucked up) Who dat? [Verse 1] Bert and Hussein, back to back now that's flammable Smokin' ya brain, attack the track
real gotta pack my steel Just in case a nigga try to kill me, chill I ain't goin out like that I bust enough caps in backs, and other niggaz they be
These are the talez that we spit so sick [Andre Nickatina] This scrilla game that get yo mane That like to hook upon your pager rap attack back That
and I'm really upset (Where you at Rock, where you at) You know, we planned this whole thing around you Well Father's Day was the other day and yet you
I react, attack a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that drug dealin' I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin' Cause back on the 41st side
penetratin when in situations, mind over matter Straight love you wit the steel ? when shit splatter Make my way, through the back cuz I attack wit the
, and a shorty ain't no using crime the only nigga with a set of hands stronger than mine let's take a journey to that other side were you live for a
you ever try attacking me, that could be when I eat them Especially when I beat them When they see a bunch of killers and hustlers on the side of me I
smoke Once I'm provoked I shove a fifth long down ya throat And let ya taste the steel Another body unidentified shit from the pot is spilled Ya punk
nothing in my hand Not even the feel of steel You will not take my child... [THUY] You don't know how to kill [KIM] I have no other choice What I must
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars He got some in prison and others in bars The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime They looked
react, attack a brother wasn't blessed with wealth So I act like that drug dealin' I'm frontin' on the world once I start 4-wheelin' 'Cause back on the 41st side
in your backpack You tear my tip off, replace it with a fat cap I'm 12 oz. of steel concealed in a knapsack Ya pull me out, ya shake me up and then attack
slider to the cheek bone Call me critical the disc jockey, the B side kickin Phat beats eternal, eternal pushin fried chicken Snap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackels Sneak attack
