friend I am... [Chorus:] Lethal I turned into something lethal It takes over me The clock strikes 12 I can't help myself I lost control I'm lethal Lethal lethal [Verse 2
2: 'cause I can tell em em/d# em a You know what it's like g c g b7 The long farewell em em/d# em a Of the hunger strike g c g d Chorus 2
I was striking suave, ambitious feet to beak, so birdilicious Now I'm vile, I am villain, (and vicious), oh and malicious I had it all, a tv show, (
feels so good Chop it back with th' edge of my hand The king is chung my axe have swung I'm gonna be your man Whack attach, into sawdust Breakin' 2
death certificate, might as well sign it The ending, I'm the reaper, why you hiding? I'm violent, I strike with the force of a bomb And right when you
couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic layed down niggas eyes visualize bad reception maced your interference souped your upperbody section I travel like a 2 2
cue, let's do it again y'all That was when mad was tall and phat was cold The days of Old Chicage and Fun Town and shorties we run round Play strike
I play the mic First I cuff it, then finger fuck it Check it something rugged, other niggas be reluctant To touch it after me Passively they strike, never
injure me I know that irritates, you have my sympathies Well you should protest, yeah you should picket me I'm on a losing strike, I'm on a winning streak
figure id hurt her she evidently hurt me and all women who had light features, see Id Neva let a light broad hurt me, that?s why I strike first and the
seat as we makin love for hours on top of the bathroom sink then I take you to the ground the tile kind of cold so I lay your towel down strike you on
It's time for you to strike back, they're lookin' at you Whitney Houston, Muhammad 2 G They're watching your every move They're watching you Why you
and this is your world and I wish you the best so get it off your chest [Chorus - Tarboy] [Chorus - Ebony Eyez] [Verse 2 - Ebony Eyez] Louie, done
movin' on 1 2 3 4 You were messin' 'round We're never really sure and 4 3 2 1 You thought it was game And you could have some fun 1 2 3 4 Said, "I won
wiee jam nam nahh Awie jam nam nahh Awie jam nam nah ohweyooo I had a vision, it was real to me Like a new song and my heart that sings Just like the striking
of stuff I'm on You can't puff or sniff it Because I was born with it The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of 10 Then 1, 2, 3 you're pinned
go on a rampage then watch my mo' flip Draw from both hips, emptyin' both clips Got a whole lotta niggas, wanna ride wit' me Now that a niggas so hot, can strike
Michale... Rest in Peace Tell me what I look like, dark shades on even in the evning (Black) Three chains on my neck for a reason, LP free time Call this theThird Strike, Strike