First Verse (Gangsta Blac):. . No prisoners kept in this camp, we kill 'em all and come up. And virtually fightin' our shadow thinkin' it's them in the cut.
[Cool 'B']. Now first of all I know my story sound wild. But guess what I swear to god I was a mama's child. You see my mama left me back in 79'. I knew it was gods will so I'm done cryin.
[Chorus]. Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck. Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck. Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck. Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck.
(Gangsta Blac). Peepin' down and in the cut. Comin' in with gangsta what?. To back it up this time I be 'cause S.P.V. just ain't enough. Tuck it 'fore it's took away.
[Blac talking]. Yeah up in this motherfucka. G-A-N-G-S to the motherfuckin' A motherfucka. I got my brother Cool B, my nigga Berm on the side ah me. Dre house, my cousin K-Mud throwin' thug, S-P-V motherfucka.
(*spanish*). Let's take a trip... [WC]. Initiated, gang related a zig-zag litted. Straight homicider when I'm sick with it. I tank, feels the pain, pistols aim.
[Romeo: talking]. You know man. This one right here is. for anyone who was there for me. or cared for me. Life funny man. You go through your little ups and downs.
I've been servin' niggas since 1985. Niggas want the gutter. Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony. My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule. Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta.
All I want is power. Get this, get this money by the hour. That power, that power, that power. All I want is this power. Money brings me this power. .
What keeps you up at night?. What makes your brain, with hate, destroy the calm?. It's been too fucking long. Since I've been asking these questions on my own.
(Robert James). . Been walking my old streets again. It's been such a long time since then. All around the memories are loud. For just two feet there seems such a crowd.
I will kill your people. For my ideology. I will make them all burn. So they'll follow me. Scared and forgotten. You'll deny my place. They will share this hating.
Gangrel Strike. . Verse. . No one to trust. No one but me. This fight is our own as we walk on our feet. Straight to your face. Straight like a fist. We'll do what we want and that's how it's gonna be.
Every night when the sun goes down and cool air with calm surrounds. The silent garden in which can be found the tree of love. Every night you can find me there with sweating palms and matted hair.
Synthetic. Minds over the world. Not thinking. Controlled by what the media told. Brain useless. What is left of us?. Real zombies. Infected by the social facts.
To the north are the canefields, seas of waving green. And then the fires come, and burn the water. It's a sight to be seen. . The men in slouch hats reap the harvest.
(M.Callaghan). . Time. it telescopes through a lens of regret. The patterns all re-emerging. as we cruise the mandlebrot set. . Space. surrounds us all it's what we're looking through.
(M.Callaghan /R.James). . They say that pressure makes diamonds -. you can have my mine. You can push a cart load of rubble -. all the way to the end of the line.
(Callaghan/Bidstrup). . I believe in give and take, I believe in right and wrong. I believe that there will come a day, when its all in the way you feel..
Up in the cross you could see them. Bathed in the food lights of the hot takeaways. The MC was an old soldier,. Yeah you would laugh but you couldn't understand a word that he said.