posse When I'm on a duck hunt Emcee Ice-T answers to no one Load my rhymes And cock 'em like a shotgun Let off like frags from a pipe bomb A low stroll
Wayne not to bother Weez!" Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead.. Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T I make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares
smiled Said, "Get ready to get wild Sugar, you just need a brief vacation" I wanna see how lucky Lucky can be I wanna ride with my Angel and live shockingly
older, he got even worse 'Til a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle The brother he was squabblin' with
And somebody gotta go so I can take it higher Cause I'm a live wire, underneath the radar State of the art parts, Darth Black Vader Quicker than a shotgun
The witch told me, I gotta murder this one kid K, well, maybe the witch didn't then, but I did With a ninja suit, crept through like a black widow with
was a demon, and all this fallin' in love shit, I'm dreamin' and it's pain to the angels if I don't deliver, I sealed her off in a barrel and rolled her
it still all good? Today at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here in Los Angeles, Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at 1:15 this morning. As a
gonna miss you Do away done with you You should of had a gun with you I got pistols You know cookin utensils That shit that'll make your skin bubble Fuckin with
away alive You wouldn't kill or won't let nothin' die, so keep it movin' Sawed-off shotgun, shoot through your shoulder blade Bitch-made niggaz get hit with a
a shotgun by her side, gunpowder in the fires and boy, as she rides She just eliminates troubles times with her knives She's a suffragette and she'll always be a
do me wrong [Incomprehensible] so low, pretty so and so I need a maid to come and take me Silly of me to fall in love with a chick Puttin' dubs on a
Terry was Courtney's little girl She turned tricks in a white trash mall And shot dope with Cecil at home She wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun
road Talk the same code Still dwelling in the hell, and find a time to make a home The few who escaped with trying to find a safer zone I ain't waiting
you with a loaded glizzock nine You know Im comin' Don't you go runnin' to your fuckin' nigga A trigger happy bitch the mind of a fuckin' killa You
've killed everyone i know with nothing left for me to live for but your death, i'm here for war with my sawed-off four barrelled shotgun 'cuda trunkload
a ticket to nowhere She's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name She's in the pocket of a home boy Oo she's gonna take her a shotgun