down to talk it out, it's not my style i'm here to shout. so come on push me, push me now, come on give me now, what i need from you, is a threat, it
it all down my throat Stomach's so full that I wish I could choke Seven a.m., my head's already in a spin As soon as I'm out that door Bam, it hits me
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me I'll be sorry That you pushed me into the coffee table last night So I can push you off me Try and touch me so I can
?m sick with the pain in my heart I?ve got love in my eye And you?re sucking me dry Ahhhhhhhh I'm stuck in my bed And I?m out of my head With the streets
the judge got a grudge No love for thugs pushing drugs Guerilla warfare with ice mugs Inside the borough, pure bred head the stero Style deniro, slottin
guts and made me hold my breath before the blade could finally fall at last and free me fromhe anger and the screaming endlessly exploding in my head
that side of me I don't really care how hard ya be I just know you don't want a war with me So don't fuck with me [Prodigy] Aiyyo, it's war this night
carry a couple oxes Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping You know, we be the boys clocking the graveyard shift Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning
heads (Killa Queens, killa, killa Queens) Queens be the vets (Killa Queens, killa, killa Queens) I'm here to crack ya cats' skulls open Fuck ya head
you I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me Bust somebody head
rhyme ghetto, my peoples ghetto Pants and saggy teeth yellow Now thats what i call grimy A million crazy kids behind me Killa hills 10304 is where you'll find me
Give it to me Yo, give it to me Yo, give it to me Give it to me Bitch give it to me Yo, give it to me Yo, nigga give me that cash Bitch please Bitch give
peoples ghetto Pants and saggy teeth yellow Now thats what I call grimy A million crazy kids behind me Killa hills 10304 is where you'll find me If your
and hash-ay add gas and rap some And burn the place ya heard me Load up the ammo cock the back stove In the back door infrared low Tell me somethin'
gat on the turf Ready to drop any sucker on contact You can't keep me calm, black, so pass me the bomb sack And watch me extend with a grin to another
we got sober Look at yourself, now that ain't good for my health If you carry on burning hot much longer, the floor beneath us gon' melt Follow to me
