{This weekend, seventeen youths killed in gang homicides Now sports}
This weekend, seventeen youths killed in gang homicides. Now sports.
to your face My mental is sinister, I run shit like a prime minister You still breathin' motherfucker? But now it's time to finish ya Blood sport, I
the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead The graveyard is my home, tombstones and bones Murder weapons is the case now
it to them bitch If finna get em' Tricks with cataract Head back to bisac have they take him to woods Them goose ate his body The body's no good Now
'all could keep it, they got flashlights now And flamethrowers and I got one on my back right now Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then
yeah yeah Word up, youknowhatI'msayin? You know how we do, word up So you let my shit go on the count of three, though YouknowhatI'msayin? [Raekwon
the Mike From Chi to Lawnge and all those in this fight Loosen your grip 'cause you're holdin' it to tight I'll take a body count, I know my body count
keep a brotha in tha State Penn Counting penny's over tha years, I'd done stacked many Proven wrong those who swore I'd wouldn't live till twenty Now
Ahhh-yew-whayaeuwwww Now it-it-it-it-it-it sound funky Yo doc, i'ma count it on three One, two, three Well I'm not a qualuudes or a halucinogen I'm just
[Jessica Care Moore] Global warming between my legs, screams against the waves Gave birth to thirteen daughters, so now we never run out of water My skin
least Oh, yeah! But my sister is now, unfortunately, deceased Oh, I know it's sad, of course But a fact is still a fact And now all that remains Is the
court maidens, arbored Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad That Elizabeth bewitched see how even now the whore casts Her spells upon the Black Count
, have fuuuuuuun! Verse 1: la sunshine I know it's been a while since the last time You're heard la sunshine pick up the microphone and rhyme But now
the count of three, though You know what I'm sayin'? Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks While World of Sport
be psycho Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go I cussed him out, he gave me distance And pressed his body alarm for quick assistance Now these
yeah yeah Word up, youknowhatI'msayin? You know how we do, word up So you let my shit go on the count of three, though YouknowhatI'msayin? [Raekwon]
