The underworld watches in horror As this marks the day that 3 of America's most notorious outlaws Will be executed for their crimes Together the states
's fool Baby, way down deep it's the same old you Way down deep you ain't hiding the truth Just for a minute you had me fooled Baby, way down deep it
ya, 'cause I don't lie I just kick thick game, some people say why? 'Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life back So I school the fools about the
I just hit ya block with that beretta and hop out and let her rip Let her bang, let her bust etcetera, etcetera You n****** is scared of the southern part of America
And I was told in school I was a fool And money I'd never gain none But I used my flow as a tool, they was cruel Said I'd be no rapper, but I did work
clitoris You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina A killer in America, amerikilla I got
small, 'cause I'm a real dogg You bustas wanna see me but you bustas can't come close Because I'm ACE homies with Americas most Nigga miss me, I'm used
guns And everybody know somebody that Know somebody that know somethin' bout it And I want answers now Who, what, where, when and why? See, a lot of dudes like to act a fool
, yeah, yeah, Lil' Flip, Bizzy Bone First Eazy, Houston Texas, then Pac, then Biggie An' now I'm missin' Big Pun Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah, wake up, America
the livest Wanted dead or alive We riders Ban us because we inquired and watch the g's rise Two of America's most, straight out the West Coast West Coast Bow down fool
class, first ballad hall of famer. some rappers claim that they got a heart full of anger how when your lyrics were written by a stranger fool im the
know you can run but not hide These are tales from the darkside You wanna free Africa, I stare at you 'Cause we ain't got it too good in America I can
that I bail out I'm platinum bitch and I didn't have to sell out Fuck you ice cube, that's what the people say Fuck america still wit the triple k Cause
can run but not hide These are tales from the darkside... Verse two: You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh 'cause we ain't got it too good in america
in America Made in America, made where? Made in America Made where? Made in America Where dat at? Made in America I'ma have it made in America, paid in America
hoody on the minks Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directing it Other fools break it down, I be dissecting it EVER since I made it up out of middle America