out Off to the kick it, spot to make an end Early in the morning, so my day can begin I seen the fool that tried to double cross me I beat the punk down
leave her undisturbed and if she ever stopped and turned around i got so nervous and i stared at the ground. and then one day in photography i found a contact
her undisturbed and if she ever stopped by and turned around I got so nervous and I stared at the ground. And then one day in photography I found a contact
ride ride (B Real) Put the blunt down, heres the run down, by the sun down Slide us out the joint, i`ll get you high before come down Catch a contact
in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit movin' We went up fifty keys on speck and now we got some shit to prove it (Right) We got the contacts
Communication with the dead Contact with those in the grave Reaching out to whom they've lost Morbid existence will count the cost Divination they will
space launchers Government departments started it in the projects Material objects, thousands up in the closets Could've been invested in a future for my comrades Battle contacts
to make it happen But none of my family are chumps or never have been Respect mine, protect myself at all times Build twice next time before you cross
Put message on records that's graced with hard bass Smugglin' microphones, this ain't Scarface Whoever talked that talk, I wanna hawk And don't try to 'Escape From New York' Cross
the ambulance. crossing out the first five letters in "discomfort" still can't kill the word. can they finish the template without kissing on contact
have recently expired I pray in spite My soul, my life Straining every muscle for my contact with fate I could never dream my life would end this way Cross
And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts
to the door? Will there be any comfort there, senor? There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck, There's an iron cross still hanging down
my eyes glued to the door? Will there be any comfort there, senor? There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck There's an iron cross still
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin' I ain't gotta say it You don't cross me, I don't cross
it's a cutthroat party Now it's up to me to retaliate And if I score, I'll increase the murder rate I move on ones who double-cross Set them up, now
Their latest release (x2) I'm Kool G Rap...and he's Polo He's the big boss when his hands criss-cross Up and down the crossfader turning wax to sauce
playing when you drop it, it will hit ya If it's gel caps or liquid microdots, yes I'm with ya And I'm flipping cross the row Visual contact, lighting