the whole world down with us tonight eye for an eye leave your weakness behind burn down the lies eye for an eye eye for an eye eye for an eye
the whole world down with us tonight Eye for an eye leave your weakness behind Burn down the lies Eye for an eye Eye for an eye Eye for an eye (Grazie
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the whole world down with us tonight Eye for an eye leave your weakness behind Burn down the lies Eye for an eye Eye for an eye Eye for an eye
me And so I try to avoid any eye contact 'Cause if I do that then it opens the door For conversation, like I want that I'm not looking for extra attention
carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into an alley
Towers of stone Where the Latin population Will soon be minus one Time is an ocean of endless tears I know how hard it's been For you these many years
the synthesized orchestra. For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played by a flute, like this... The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an
we get down and dirty Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me Let's get ready for war Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless
so he showed me Gave an example, the piece of a pie Said, "If you eat to much, it's gone at the blink of an eye" This for these niggaz out here hearin
again As I reminisce, as I reminisce, yeah yeah yeah A happy story always ends, as it starts But with few exceptions involved We became an item me for you and you for
another story, tell em about a 23 year old man that don't wanna fail every move he makes his hearts in it from the start to the finish cos losing aint never ever been an
your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal In prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst
W.C.] Thank you momma for givin birth to me, God knows you coulda got an abortion, and didn't have to deal with me I know the last twelve years has been
a scam When I die they will retire my entire hand for years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can I guess the moral of the story is Joell's
shit on they mind Get it out your chest You got somethin to say? Spill it out It's that priest shit I've waited for this Month august, year '70, endin
your mind when I shoot it Some know me as the man that's from the Roots crew Others as the bad lieutenant of Snyder Avenue We go an eye for an eye Behead
