Sold / black gold. One strong buck. To the milwaukee bucks. For a million bucks. Just get em off the street. So he don't get bucked. Super agent to rescue.
Sold black gold one strong buck. To the Milwaukee bucks for a million bucks. Just get 'em off the street so he don't get bucked. Super agent to the rescue so he won't get fucked.
Virgin bitches, with rockin' clitches, gettin' riches. Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here after. The devil carried the cross to Christ. On the back of a black angelic hood rat.
Norman, ooh, ooh, ooh. Norman, hmm, hmm, hmm. Norman, Norman, my love. . Jimmy called me on the phone but I was gone, not at home. 'Cuz I was out parked all alone with darlin' Norman.
That woman in the corner, cold playin' the role. Leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold. Knowin' for a fact that girl is whacked. If you hold your hand out she'll turn her back.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. . Oh no, struck by greased lightning. F by the same last name, you know what?. China ain't never givin' back that gottdamn plane.
Talkin' dat drive by shit. Everybody talkin' dat gangsta shit. Talkin' dat drive by thang. Everybody talking dat gangsta swang. . Slaves to the rhythm of the master.
I testified. My mama cried. Black people died. When the other man lied. . See the TV listen to me double trouble. I overhaul and I'm comin'. From the lower level.
Show me the meaning of being lonely. . So many words for the broken heart. It's hard to see in a crimson love. So hard to breathe. Walk with me and maybe.
You're blind, baby. You're blind from the facts on who you are. 'Cause you're watchin' that garbage. . The woman makes the men all pause. And if you got a woman.
Uh, uh, keep it goin. Yea, whatever. . [flavor flav]. Now, now, now. Now this is that fly shit, the do or die shit. Made shit, platinum shit that make you so sick.
[verse 1]. . Welcome home to the terrordome. Land of the forbidden. Cause that man be sinnen. And his hand be hidden. To rule the planet. He planned from the beginnin.
Sick footage of the streets in heat. Raw action flood the concrete. My team walks through the night. And fight in the light of a terrorist dream. We watch the scene unfold.
Chorus (x1). Time is short and my life is sick. That's how it is man look at this shit. You get abused by street platoons. Hit you like wind and what-cha gonna do?.
[mr duke speaking]. This jam right here is dedicated. To all you motherfucker that ain't right here. You're supposed to be right here with me, motherfucker.
Chorus 2X. This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack. Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's back. With the type of stuff they bumpin six-duce's and Cadillac's.
Chorus (x1). Sick dogs collide with your stride. Break them off a left and then right. Fight all over these streets. 'till I meet defeat I'm with these.
Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix. Clowns and infinite showdowns. Battle grounds all break down, worlds upside down. Making wicked smiles, wicked frowns, we get down.
We exert power with metal showers at all hours. While they devour with mental prowess and kill ours. Show of force for harm it's main source. We divorce our current leaders with no remorse.
Yeah, hold still muthafucka!! Hold still. muthafucka!!!!! Hehehe. . Stepped in the spot, Rydas set deep. Some faggot ass mothafucka wanna get his peep on.