Tekster:
Useless I D State Of Fear

State of fear, an explosion right outside my door. Well, it seems there's a lot of profit to be made from war. When we all know the answers, one question

my notty head grows I turn into a lethal weapon, and start steppin on toes I, waste no time, when I move mine Grab my glock, and then I clear the stuff, like I

-four! [Kurupt] I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin, they let assassins loose on the street Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats I