I read it in a magazine, That nothing's ever what it seems, You live your life in fairytales, You're off the chart, you're off the rails. Join the dots
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caught in the cross-fire mix (Ice-T) while whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks Magazine after magazine gets stomped in the street Late night
that Rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped After being monitored by secret service agents for two years Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms
are all presumed dead I repeat they are all presumed dead However there are no suspects I repeat the subjects are at large we might need some backup.. Inform O'Malley that we
Check, Maniac Chipmunk, check it See I can't take these man dem Start promoting beef but getting no piece man dem Ain't even got a mix CD But got the
the epilogues from the books that we have read And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We
from the books that we have read And in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We must take
epilogues from the books that we have read and in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair we must stare, we must stare, we must stare we
like Tyra in (Higher Learning) We bleeding gasoline so we keepin the fire burnin We speedin like Valvoline and we speak fo' a higher purpose You believe in magazines
Yeah, yeah, turn this up From the states to over seas Every city in between I hit the scene Catch fire like kerosene Geting paid for more then a decade We
s an ambulance Fire truck get to the fire in advance Hot flow I just Pop a, motherfuckin' man Walker clear the way, it's an ambulance Fire truck get to the fire
less about the freedom and more like mining with the world And we're not born of entitlement, we hump down in the dirt Sometimes it makes us wonder what we
we say Silverhouse makes the funky rhythms everyday (Bounty Killer: That's Right) I, wake up around eight O' clock in the morning Practice all my verses cause we
When I'm stuck in the club niggas will let you know On the door start looking for sure And if you want to start something With my kliq it's cool 'cause
they didn't wanna believe me Till the bullets hit em and they started to bleeding Boy you a lesser not even a guester When we started leakin up your shirt
