thee ! Come wicked King ! Come dare to meet your Disgrace !" "BLOOD ON MY STEEL ! BLOOD ON MY STEEL ! BLOOD ON MY STEEL ! BLOOD ON MY STEEL !" ("Then
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my heart like a bird in your hand Of briar and roses, wisdom and rage This is my favorite cage It grows up around me like silver strands And cradles my
Hey hey Just let me sing it to my Capricorn day Hey hey My heart is a pure sun and the sky is black And I can feel cold steel when I turn my back It
I sit each night Write my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am They try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn
tape in his shoes It's real when the funeral wait to make the news [Incomprehensible] so we six up on 'em So when they act corny, we jus' switch up on
will bring you back to me Will bring you back to me You're a dirty needle You're in my blood and there's no curing me, yeah I wanna run like the blood
I nip it at the bud because I'm not down for dyin' Muthafucka, so I go for blood And let 'em know I'm on some real shit Not with these fake muthafuckas on
nigga then you still mean nothing Homes, my gun is bustin' (What?) Fuck all y'all niggas my stomach is touchin' And I be right there on Murdle Ave,
to need me destiny is sometimes cruel then once again I am its fool to give my heart to wires and steel but what you get is what you feel no flesh and blood
come Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on My outfit stuck on
alone I wanna get that flying feeling I can't leave it alone I'm gonna burn one and get it goin' on Your pretty little hand on my wheel I'm gonna get on my
No shame, blood in my veins, I got one life and it won't change Hey man, I'm never going back, never going back This is what I say Come on, come on,
keep my ears to the street 'cause that's my job But even the streets can steer you wrong I'm walkin' with one man above me Nuttin' on my waist, but if
in my hair, gold still in my teeth Still bringin' the beef if you're bringin' me grief I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two Cock my shit back and
here on these big fat tits (Titties, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block I'm walkin' through the sewer with manure on my
dillinger in the sleave If my gun jam, you niggas squeeze on me You niggas them cats got the code-d's on me I'm on to my off game, leave the stadium for
on the payroll An they know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low I fight to struggle hopin' God don?t stop my hustle My fam fight back like
