you?re back and clawing AT MY CHEST It won?t take more than this gun to clear my head The winter it has come Snow melts upon my skin The frost comes,
yard dash, Back up in the hood where the rules dont shift, And the gangstas talk trills, sippin ??? You can call 5-0 and 5-0 might come, But by the time that they
Back, back, back, back Yo, too advanced, digi' stance, made the cd enhanced I move with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the beez
other jail God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell? [Chorus] [Verse] Lord they hung Andre Jones Lord they hung Reynold Johnson Lord I wanna fight back
aim, what come on Hun yeah what alright cool cool, what yeah huh alright Verse III This world almost had me kidnapped me back slapped me in the back
this commune living sucks these black panthers suck these harmonica players should all go back to the north canada, new jersey, where ever they do that
Sometimes I beheaded them with daggers, with punyards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room From a pole or by a hook and cords and strangled
of the dark Mentals get hit brain cells spark Pappers swear, they got the dopest jam on the shelf But they don't believe that shit they own goddamn
a-one But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun You can hear a ghostly bugle As the men go marching by You can hear them as they answer
his vessles mayne cats who wanna walk it and talk it teach it and preach it they love it they live it they'll go it wherever they leaded chorus we
up in Canada Chorus M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on Exposing Light
wall praying basketball was my future for this young one hooping in the sun proud to be where I come from later shooting guns fantasizing fascinated by gold rope chains looking back
