Tekster:
Rock What Y All Fiend For

Still true to his roots, stay close to the chrome Haters stay clear of him, y'all stand cheer for him Got up out the game and overcame, let's hear it for

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick

rocks fat Hey, at ten o'clock, I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka off Curfew

motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka

block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again (All

and get that money Y'all going, "Hey, hey", but don't that pen look lovely You must not know who y'all n****z is f***ing with I can take life n** just for

'm around y'all, it's goin' down y'all Murder rap, clown niggas back down y'all Straight like that, y'all niggas fuck around yo Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all

is odd Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock for

Yo I'm gettin' ready to put y'all up on somethin' man (What's goin' on yo) Yo, when you see somethin' ill Knahmean? that shit is whoa (That's what whoa