Låttexter:
Still Remains Six And One

bleed are unheard, and that the I speak is unnattainable, let's sit down and talk about you and I, you were a child and I was one also, but when it comes

witcha So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas Swang them thangs, bang some brains Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same Step and you'll catch some buck shots Murder one

Try to talk myself into thinking she is And if she leaves me for this, that's just one less bitch And trust me I tried to be your one woman man But for every one

with the level And he spreads in many ways So if you want to test the effervesce Come along and be my guest Yo, 'cause Jungle Brothers in the House And De La's in the house And

popos and foes hell Someone lookin' through windows the door bells Goes off followed by the punk you gas bomb Adrenaline pumped up still I remain calm

in Spanish Two-thousand and one! God damn, who knows what's in store? Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door We remain unjaded and still

in order to force people to adhere to one way of life. An independently funded organization called ("Stop fucking downloading music for free and we can

fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin cream no one

it, it's flammable, my hunger is unexplainable Strike the match, just what I expected The dread kid ejected in seconds And here come two, opposite sexes, one black, one