Hey do you know why I'm feeling so fine I wonna kill her I wonna kill her I use to belong to her it's strong in my mind I wonna kill her I wonna kill
you want fam I say fam cause I fry a man Feelin' angry man, I'll flight 'em in Feelin' godly, what fool wanna battle me? I use the Earth as a cue And
back of the yard Man, I'm lettin' every cat fall, hittin' from the cap to the Sarge Can't see me back in the yard, two wacks back to the wall Use the
the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss Do what I must and what I must is bust The bubble or choose some trouble for you So skip to my Luger
gram, PO's be my fans That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan I got Gats from the future, see-through guns So when my bullets leave the chamber
] up on my floor All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door Don't wanna get hit with a bullet, meanin' a year time in jail If you can
your murder and I'm ready to discuss em You're ready to die? Tell God I said, "Fuck him." Call me Iron Fist motherfucker I aim hard Bullets are free throw
And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, nigga Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga Don't spill, we use
dj ltd ** Repeat [maestro fresh wes] Some use a uzi, some a machete You wanna test fresh wes, well I'm ready The mind is a magnum, the rhyme is a bullet
'm only human but they use it as a tool to make the workers feel excluded, like the shinier the jewel the more exclusive the troop is, bullets don't talk
off of that ya get smacked, knock ya bitch back Blow make ya go back to the way you use to act Get money, fuck the bull shit, ain't nuthin' funny Nowadays
bricky-dry Then wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us all He would dot an' carry one Till the longest day was done An' never seemed to know the use
my grey hat and said "stay back" Clack, I don't play that! Shot Fred in his top lip [Ahh!!] That's for popping shit, and shot Sonny is his dick [Ahhhh!!] Blew they brains then skipped
me. 'Cos if Shystie is on battlin' me She's ready to see, R.O. is old school Like bullet-hole jeans (whew) - when de bullet goes in I used to shop work
planned 'cos willie was a roadie with a rock 'n? roll band They were heads back, celebratin', drinkin' moonshine Heads down, here we go across another state line Tanked up and bullet
in the hot seat, it was furtive, fast and fun You'd better save up all your bullets 'cause everybody had a gun You hardly had to use it but you never
with my mac B I didn't use the Uzi, was me who made that music Listen now man, the sound of bangin' pipes His eyes will skip tonight (yea!) I got that
