will Just like the choice, the choice to kill In the speed of a moment Life stands still, now you're standing in my killing field A choice is made of
make my eyes bleed I come from an ill breed Thoroughbred born from a strong seed Led by a bunch of individuals (Ali) Uh, criminals to generals - this
the fields which makes this life of mine a little more unreal a little more unreal But I wish they'd kill the sounds, I wish they'd kill the sounds You
up, get up/ Feel us it's the real niggas/ The soldier field niggas, roll in control niggas/ and we roll wit cold killers/ So you better back up off us
whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save then baby, come on Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead
Killah Priest I leave the blood filling in the street I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville The seven shields on windmills across the killing fields
brain cell, all to gain, chained to the bumper. Wolfgang hunters, field goal punters tone,steel toe eruption, it's a gusher! Tonecrusher smith,usher the style,stubborn born criminals
ninety-nine years Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind A crash on the highway, flew the car to a field Turn, turn, turn again There was four persons killed
trace, they race Thrown in jail cells I had a purpose since The sperm cell, to bail out and get braille For the blinded children in Israel Kids kill
the reason she chose As the Regency rolls, it rolls, the pearl white O's mobile Shit, I'ma ride high till I die, get killed, smoke like fields Forever
the ground Ain't no chances of survival when the killin' field Gauges be blazin', ninas with infrared lasers Set the weeds afire, we them killas for hire We kill
in it to win it Thug out with a crowd full of criminals and killers So pump your fists if ya feel it, hear me We in it to keep it the realest With my regime, Thugline team, coming to kill
out and pick yo' shit up. Get up peela's, it's the real nigga. The soldier field nigga. Roll in control nigga's, and we roll with' cold killa's. So, ya
ninety-nine years Turn, turn to the rain And the wind A crash on the highway Flew the car to a field Turn, turn, turn again There was four persons killed
the cloud. And crocodiles were sprouting wings. Dead sheep filled the fields. The children rode on locusts and threw slings at anything that could be killed
Planetary] AOTP, we above the law See the cops start running nigga call the dogs They can't see me, I throw that molotov And clear the whole field out
feel so trill) Might pop me a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel House on the hill (House on the hill) Marijuana fields (Marijuana fields) Grippin'
thrown and wrapped in psyclone Alright ride through the city like that Pants, t-shirts are creased and stole gats La undercover shoot to kill Child of the streets run wild in war fields
