Lirieke:
Clutch Struck Down

young man so very far away from home. Ah she got me, struck down, right through the heart, struck down. Ah she shot me, struck down, right through the heart, struck down

stopping till my clip is empty I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with, fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga Lay your ass down

stopping till my clip is empty I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with Fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga Lay your ass down

and through a thousand times It feels so true this love of mine Seems steadily we growin' baby ain't no rush Hit the clutch, beat me down, slow it up

me right A sculptor lacking arms, a sorc'ror lacking charms, A fiend who frightens no one for there's no one that he harms. Whose clutches clutch at

and through a thousand times It feels so true this love of mine Seems steadily we growin' baby ain't no rush Hit the clutch, beat me down, slow it up

the floors And runnin to stores But all those old heads Woudl talk to me About the way To clutch the eagle On a buck and truck And if I'm down How to

Into the darkness, close to the truth, the sun was beginning to set Clutching the hammer, I entered the grove armed with malicious intent The great secret

long, quarterback pack the cannon on I go deep he drop bombs, *whistle* that's when I touch-down Six points, what now? Once again who comin through in the clutch