face the facts and leave it all alone? Oh, won?t you breath? Oh, won?t you see? Why don?t we just face the facts and leave it all alone?
] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little
Guns don't kill people, rappers do Ask any politician and he'll tell you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little
many of us have them? [How many of us have them?] Friends, friends, friends, friends, ones you can depend on? [Ones you can depend on?] Friends, friends
ones you kept close, the ones you love the most Frienemies You know who you kiss, you know who you lift This shit is getting scary Frenemies, frienemies The ones
Welcome, little boys and girls, you thought Niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga this the mobb fool, uh I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when
culture, it's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches, come over Hoping you
need some razors and a fresh box of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You
girl that stays busy all day But when the sun goes down She's my sexy soufle Somebody real who ain't afraid to work it If you try to disrespect her face
ain't no thing to me 'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G. The little homies from the hood wit grip Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down
(Rah-Digga) I be the worst like Nick To all them mc thugs Like them 4 little kids And the teacher gettin plugged I don't give a fuck style Tell me come
a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic You thought I dropped a dud in your face Until you
which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage But it just wasn't enough to change my heart Now everything's a little upside down As a matter of fact
' And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin? I hate the ones that don't suck no I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks I hate the ones who wanna
view after you battle KRS-One no ones ever gonna wanna hear you notice the style of music you loose it I'll scald your face like them cats in Houston
that to number one Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped another one Sold my little three eighty east and said I need another gun The littlest
