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People runnin' on empty, rock the sympte. Outside 2001, other side of the sun. . Running, here we go tumblin', few solutions. Honey, they polluted the future, got me thinking of a new thing.
Boss Ass Bitch
[Chorus]. I'm a boss ass bitch , bitch , bitch , bitch , bitch , bitch , bitch(4x). I'm a boss ass bitch. . I don't give a fuck about you ratchet ass lames.
Tragedy.com
You're online type in a password from your own mind. What you think is top secret got insiders thinking they're all mine. Y2K year two thousand is when they go blind.
The Winds Of Revolution
Fuck, the city streets are raining bullets. The wind of revolution screams: "come on do it". Hey, looking at this rawness upon us. Makes sick soldiers enter the darkness.
The Killing Field
THE KILLING FIELDS. (G.Gonzalez, J.Gonzalez,C.Vargas, R.Alfaro). (Jacken). Street theater's a dramatic depiction of non fiction. Showing the co-exsistence of harmony and friction.
The Crazy Area
Crazy ass psycho city blocks street ghetto red hot. Dangerous slums woods lost 'hoods burnt spots we live in. Killing fields death fills. Concrete jungles rumbles ill.
The Big Payback
Do you even know the reason for your blastin'?. It's pointless. you grab your stainless, do your action he stay's motionless. Because of your error, they label this era terror.
Temporary Insanity
You better dig deep and find your soul 'cause you're lost. Need guidance, which way to go, people are despicable. Unpredictable spirits callin' out so all you weak-minded hear it.
Street Terrorism
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.
Street Platoons
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?.
Stone Garden
[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.
Sick Syde Drop
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.
Sick Dogs
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.
Showdown
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.
Show Of Force
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.
R. U. Experienced
through hallucinations escape. now every wicked ordeal regenerates disgrace, emotions ruined. intellectuals seduced including nations. founded under loose lock.
Psyclones
Couldn't believe your eyes. When you see what the fuck is comin'. Psyclones all you sorry mothafuckas runnin'. The city has turned to renegades. With guns and blades.
Psycho City Blocks
We came to drop these styles; it's no shock. We rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop. . We come from psycho cities and blocks. We're raisedby gunshots low life in hip hop.
Who?
Bring it. Cell Block, Twin Gats. Full Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet. Jeremy, Psychopathic Rydas. Nipples, Tom Dub. All up in that bitch ass. Bubba Dub, Double A.
Premonitions
I got mad visions, pictures and premonitions. Of war drums and suicide missions. Prosecution, execution, revolution, mass confusion. All over ready for war, I'm a soldier.
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