bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust When I bust my gat
) MOB (offstage) Track down this murderer! He must be found! PHANTOM (moving off again) Hounded out by everyone! Met with hatred everywhere! No kind word
always sensed my parent's instilled insecurities tried his best to encourage me. For I was born different and he knew it. He often told me when I was born an angel
the cash And I'm gon' run game but respect the past Got long range ...(?) into small change Then kick and parlay Exchangin' back to back rhymin' Word
how can this nigga molest the English alphabet in one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic It's all in the mind like Johnny Mmemonic Before my word
at minor loss left none to rest on Sabbath. You take sword and I'll take mic Words spark revolution at man's twilight Words granite
the Panther Laugh at rappers like they stand-up The man gon' hand touch my gat And my words are, the colors of murder [Hook: x2] He's like Michael Angelo
Panther Laugh at rappers like they stand-up The man gon' hand touch my gat And my words are, the colors of murder [Hook: x2] He's like Michael Angelo
team Called 'em Black Market and Maccabeez While the serpent use the worldly things to attract his queen Broke his heart she played the part Mary Magdalene Hissing his words