for you, when you run for cover And see those open eyes When you are standing here tonight That's why - we're holding back for you, when you run for cover
for you, when you run for cover And see those open eyes When you are standing here tonight That's why- We're holding back for you, when you run for cover
C the H the I the P Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G The M the O, yes and the C And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D I
every element evacuatin (F!) Fake fraud faggots frontin for fame fleein from flames Firin full-fledged four-fours forcin flesh from frames Fortune fanatic, follow formats for funds faithfully Fuck five felonies, furiously fightin for
are silent Thinking from whales So violentn stay quiet Dona??t try it, spark owls Or riot Fly into the D.I.A. Not D.O.A. My fam R.S.V.P. A hundred miles
NARC's, where's your heart? Hustlers starvethey bust a U-e I jog To my building -- come out later wearin camouflage See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men Niggaz gaspin for
d-u-n-g-e-o-n family Merrily life is but a dream I mean a nightmare 'cos it's scarin' me but I live Gotta give one double O percent above the rest Yeah
need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J U A N B O N D J U A N B O N D J U A N B O N D
? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
get stuck and niggaz get cuffed Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that Down for whatever, niggaz
tell you lead me to the safe Don't cooperate dat caution tape will cover up yo' place This is All Bets nigga on that muthafuckin' Ace That is I greedy guy, run
look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy And I dont front for nothin' I likes, I gets, I want for nothin' I'm givin' ya straight answers And I'd rather
e-ville slugga", "l-o-u, i-e-ville slugga" "comin for you, so mother-fu-fuckers Run.. run.. run for cover" [louieville] Uh-huh
run Your style is more garbage than Shirley Manson You got a platinum single, Roley, and money I'm bummy but I bet I can get your bitch To beat my dick for
dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man So the lieutenant gotta ask for
