you get Welcome to hell on earth Welcome for what it's worth Every night I reach inside Stanging in the mirror, I wonder why Welcome to hell on earth It's all inside, It's
to hell on earth Welcome for what it's worth Every night I reach inside Staring in the mirror I wonder why, I said ?Welcome to hell on earth? It's all inside, It's
get Welcome to hell on earth Welcome for what it's worth Every night I reach inside Stanging in the mirror, I wonder why Welcome to hell on earth It's all inside, It's
the angels that smoke grams You need God, that's why the earth so damned International, trying to get my flow banned That's cool, if I don't kick these
on you L L is for the lyrics on the beat that have to get to A A is for the absolute that dwells Everywhere you can't C C C C C C is for creating that
You ain't me. Its the S-0, U-L pro-vide your mind with a west coast soul vibe. Uh, its the S-O, U-L pro-vide your mind with a west coast soul vibe. Yeah
on a come up, Faces of Death Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's (??) Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money Nigga these bitches all up on
it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space
described to somethin' you call Hell Yeah, S-P-E-L-L, R-A-P-E-L down to W-E-L-L WolfGang [K-Solo:] Start at your head, I end it quick and end your ass
syncopate but I'm still in the mix One of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequence Life's a L-O-T-T-O, carry a switch for self-defense Rappers
the bar sippin' Becks Plus I got the "two turntables and a microphooooone" on deck So who's next? Rugged Ras Flossin' ice, and drop that soul on dat ass
my bed She don't trust me, I don't trust me, my psychiatrist don't trust me And I ain't called 'em back, I hope the cops don't come and bust me I'm feelin
't, got caught up in a chokehold No control of my actions plus blazin' on these Staten streets Missin' the hell out of fuckin' wifey on satin sheets Jeans
best show on earth, EPMD yea word up And featuring the man on the cut He who don't believe can get the (macadamia) NUTS So whassup homeboy, there's any
shit Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.
the flies!) DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! DON'T FUCK AROUND! With
her out in these streets now she's ballin' with freaks went from Menage's to Tri-Quadre's, ill ho still feel Mill though trips on for real yo I'm the
