them their success The majors spend big money the audience is blind While RAZOR plays it heavier and leaves the scum behind We've all been stabbed in the back
, waxed and smacked Fuck a bed I'm leavin carpet burns all on your back You ain't ready for a pro you still a rookie Bitch, me fuckin you is like stickin razor
a nine Back on the block, out on the streets I recoup a Dre's scheme real neat to make ends meet But I can't live trife, shot, stabbed with a knife
and call up my cousin What up beloved? Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it Plus put a little bit of milk in, fiends love it Sat back, confident in comfort
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Uh-huh [Ghostface Killah] Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day Groundhog
9mm Those dirty tramps wanted to play him in hell Offered him a razor, they wanted to steal his crown A chain was not enough, O. paid his bail Yeah, he came back
about him though Long ago they all killed Mr.Rotten Treats They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that He'll come back from the dead
fence I'm stuck and they're coming to get me Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me I'm stuffing them back in Fuck! They won't go back in Now my
down Wait, I can still move my head around I got about 4 inches between the back of my head And the metal gurney bed BOOM! Slamming it, retractions BOOM! I feel the back
, I'm very hungry Apartment 223, I'm very hungry Apartment 223, I'm very hungry Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed Cut your abdomen out stab
major I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager International feedback, I make you twist your knee back I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in Tea back
'm on some tall cangee got my back shit. It'll get venomous sendin' niggas at me, I keep a Russian AK in the back seat. I get the guns from the back seat
you And blaze you, faze you out Wu-Tang razor blade may raise you Wafflehead cats, you get sent back to Belgium Don't have to tell 'em, life taken
nigga, don't wanna see they don't get nothing Don't wanna give me no props Smile on your face when you post-up, stab you in the back When you need a
Robert Moore Who stabbed him in the chest And as Mister Frog-eyes died he said "Betty, you're the girl that I loved best" Then the sailor pulled a razor
a motherfucker that I'm holdin' See me in the back of the phantom Quick to make examples out of niggas for sure man Hold me down I put that battery in his back
town You are bound to get your own back stabbed Keep watch for the mines The concealed dangers The traps and the chords of the wires With their sharp razors
like Eyes are drilling holes in the back of your head Someone's got the number of your death bed, stepping into Jealousy You're ready for a comeback You're back
