is done Not content with wars we've never won Memories can't ignore anguish of before Satisfy the scorn, rise ghosts of war Target assassination, time
war I show you fagots what this Swartz is for Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for Read the papers, '94 I took the cops to war Half of y'
Layzie] We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals [Majesty] Ridin with death [Layzie] We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals My
down to ride We're ready 4 war Ridin' with death We niggas rappin' but still we actin' like criminals We're ready 4 war Ridin' with death We niggas
them Trust him, never, on a whole 'nother level If God The Creator, then y'all niggas' devils The fight won't end 'til the war get settled And Bone
[Havoc:] Yeah! [Verse 1:] Second time around I'ma let the magic shoot This time it's off the Havoc flute yeah I'm a general and criminal yall fags
the corner selling the snort It's hell in New York Won't stop for a minute cops telling you walk Fake guards telling you pork Settle for shorts, running from court Newports, criminal
real niggas You'll never see what I've seen Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches dead niggas ghost Feds with
it off, with my monopoly If it ain't over, it's about to be And it damn sure ain't nuttin' stoppin' me Sangalo, Toca, cantalo Criminal, tremendo escandalo
, it is full of holes And it's full of paying lost violent criminals With a little fate and the worst of lies with a love so deep It's war with endless
the corner selling the snort It's hell in New York Won't stop for a minute cops telling you hawk Fake guards telling you pork Settle for shorts Running from court New ports, criminal
, You'll never see what I've seen [Puffy] When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin
so-called president got elected in a court room. With the war efforts of pops he inherited a fortune. We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war
called president got elected in a court room. With the war efforts of pops he inherited a fortune. We "talk, talk, talk..." so the veterans of war assume
legs, are bound together. The inscriptions found on them are called "execration texts." These texts threaten death to specific people. Often, they include the name, parentage, and title of war
up in Castroland Redefining abuse in shades of gray Torture advocate Got his dick up in a chicken hawk Life is what he'll get War president is a criminal
Not content with wars we never won. Memories can't ignore Anguish of before Satisfy the scorn. Rise ghosts of war. Target assassinate, time of your
ya door This is war You scared of me Your not prepared for me The Kid is back 50 Cent I know you like that [Verse: Eminem] The criminal cop killin'
