ready for the devil And I see that he's appeared Like mr.faust before me I will pull old satan's beard So for toby my old terrier And everyone of you
five You got part of your salary when this old God arrives I'll be gone, jetti, I nix comedy spook John ? is foul, but he still know the truth Organized
Your organic medical talk propels off my arms The atom bomb final Lionel Richie not couth for this battle I battle sing-sing-sing like bing-bing-bing
won't hesitate to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old
niggas) Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and Lord (real niggas) Blink, Ice, Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real niggas) Verse 2: (Nas) Bumpy Johnson style, old timers
Douglas, Jack Nimitz, Mike Altschol, Dennis Dreith, and John J. Kelson; Jr. Auto Harp: Carol Lee Miller; Percussion: Gene Estes; Drums: Dennis; Organ
