R-U ready....(to my west coast come on) Ready...all my are you ready and to my east headz come on R-U-ready...I say all my peoples are you and to my headz thats I say are you all my are you ready
had it up to here, from my chest to my when the led paint the town red bloodshed your I groove these pavements we all together theres no so run these rebels that race be watchful of large cows covering in the dawn husk its the storm, I cock relax and the henne-vill slugga my fleet see ahead so we will see you sucka shake em down for sound punk your down by lightnin, throw fists up 'cause...
the escapade when its followed, the shit from Guatemala move the Q-U 7 years ago wit my I met shorty at a block dice game no words where exchanged, language did its thang think I didnt when I did take honey back to the twist the back as soon as we hit the me tongue and kisses sway like a fly wind undressed as she layed across the room and cocked her seat up on the bed and her ankles and said its a long time lets see if your ready yet
All my peoples are you R-U..all my peopless are you
we the soldiers of misfortune have one common cause I keep in yours for fallen off when sources uncontrollable coffins for all of you we'll see it might be too late to come in unity
Yo its on again, wack get it when Boot Camp begin swarmin in so I say all my are you ready, are you ready, not the one gas the Getty let the soldiers get busy this party like a bar-be you too late we start we, nothin gets copy when meet, oh god we gon last when Im you cant escape from me the grass out the smash we rock rows, I crash like a drunk driver wit his tire punk you know the half and if you do then you can fuck wit me and my
oh, oh its my go, I blow outta the frame tell me that it your last l.p. to blame so i got this shit lockdown like in airplanes now my swear is complete I got no time for games (I know)me and be like the lone ranger and tonto niggas up for they weed and they pronto I the background call me the head honcho out to get mine, I got no time for your convo I got you, hak-2, hit em wit a me and sluggah out a shorty in diablo
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As I back on tracks put you in the to sit back and relax I hope you cop a swat 'cause I got rocks your body and soul as I take control whats the of Buck..Force I stayed away for 3 but came back in the 4th to stand on the throne of course Buck be the boss, the gettin tossed True....
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