Sliding down my back I'm standing on this cold, thin ice And I'm about to crack I'm over I'm over Over the edge Seven candles burn so bright The full
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slide Sliding down my back I'm standing on this cold, thin ice And I'm about to crack I'm over I'm over Over the edge Seven candles burn so bright The
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
em [King T] When they need work They call the cali drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge,
to create to keep him straight on the real? Punks are broken, some day fall off the ledge Refugee camp bringin', it straight over the edge You duck
to create to keep him straight on the real Punks are broken some day fall off the ledge Refugee camp bringin' it straight over the edge You duck as
a surgeon Emergency exit's where you're headin' Ha, forget it [Hook (both)] I'm your host to the roller coaster Stick to your guns and cling to your
Oh yeah, motherfucker It's real Y'all niggas hold your guns Throw your guns down, put 'em down Yo, we in the fields with heat You fake niggas, eat kid
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
the atmosphere Gats appears out of nowhere Blood and crips be thuggin it Niggas be lovin that shit Bustin they guns to that shit Look at shorty over
they bags or grab they guns Before I come it's too late, y'all had your fun It's all over now, I don't wanna talk to niggaz Popping shots like corks
Coming back from the edge of town Underneath their feets There time has come and it's going nowhere Nobody ever said that life was fair now Go-carts and guns
killa in the cut I crush any competitor, writin back his editor Leave your body leakin, it's Supreme C speakin Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just
thickets call Guns did flare and guns did bawl And I planted my bolo knife in the neck of mad John Finn I took his wretched life Now I'm over by the
[Verse 1] Now some claim gangsta rap's the CNN of the streets But it's used as an excuse to pretend over beats So I'ma lend my speech to all within my
to set it off My 'cause tap all jaws lay down laws We takin' what's yours we do jerks rush the doors Here come the deez tryin' to make breeze And guns
I'll noose ya'll and push ya'll off the edge I'm like Ray Benzino 'cause how I hang men I got a big caliber gun inside of my Timb So I can explode on
