F.B.I. the real terrorists You got to watch what you say in these days and times It's a touchy situation, lotta fear and emotion September 11th, televised
to be recognized for something Not sure if the devil's eyes are blue Work and days of underpaid still hold the key I see this place from my window It
street sweepers Back in the days sellin herbs on the [Name] Me and Squeaky doin city-wide talent shows Gettin dissed, gettin pissed cause of this shit Cause it
one he's never going home the system made him who he is those motherfuckers will fear him he's gone his mind is a waste he hears it twenty-one guns life
and downtrodden Now they lock their doors tight - those days are forgotten At night there's a lot of yelling at each other and to themselves I hope I never hear
I figured when they twisted it The AK-47 was hot, I had to drop it, but I emptied it/ The Mac-11 I get, and hit the niggas up from head to toe A
me right and he never bitched one time about loseing his eye i never heard him cry about it one time he was glad to go do it and thats why were free
Will I drop it, can't stop it, lit it up like a rocket When they get out of line I grip the nine out my pocket Lock it down, yeah that's what I do How
act right And it's a shame how the game must be played It was told never fold by the brothas you can't fade So raise up on this young hog 'Cause I heard
pray, it only take a second to die Niggaz ain't prepared, too scared to do it Dippin cigerettes in embalmin fluid Hoods, special effects bring the drama to it
in her face is it behind the portrait or is it in your floor just let me know so that I can hit it up cause I gots to go cause I gotta throw it so I had
my uncles, doin 10 years F.E.D. time Then I started rebellin, began crack sellin Tha littlest thang on the corner wit a Mac 11 After school I hear my
to be recognised for something True as the devil's eyes are blue Work-a-days and underpaids still hold the keys I see this place from my window It glows
and love you all night long, babygirl Yo, i've heard it before, so save all the cliches, i really can't belieive there's no talent around theses days
the queen of soul too many secrets in my heart I couldn't let it show know I still want you and I'm sad we had to let it go... (Chorus) (Chorus)
A-Rab President, Boss S-Beezy Swag you ain't seen me you cannot steal it Now watch the dance flow as opposite to kill it You do not get it, I be getting
my Legion! Alpha formation, banners high! Glory to the Emperor! Into the foe! Show them the Tiger's claws! [The Legion:] Never quarter, never mercy, never
voice tellin me, Bugz was gone home It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn't breath I didn't wanna accept it, didn't wanna believe it I swear