You've now entered the quest to the black triangle Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, ha ha ha Yes, it has many meanings but no matter
packed and I'm going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia I go for self and still be slamming The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming For the test, oh yes
sure, you belong with an M-16 Stand in front of the door that you just can't ignore Go figure, hit the floor, nigga Random shots, run for your life,
nice and warm Things are lookin' good, then it's time to be born Doctor pulls you out and slaps you on the butt And before you know it your umbilical cord
most brilliant recording artist in your life Never have to repeat a rhyme style twice, precise In a lyrical drought like water to your lips oh yes my
Ernestine Muttered? My man screamed Heard for miles around Hortense Claude, when he got quite bored, bound me with a cord Celestine and Ernestine No Hortense Yes
bowing finally bending in the heat of this unending... Darryl- Jane- G Yes! F sharp Yes! F Yes! E Yes! G Yes! F sharp Yes! F Yes! E Yes! Jane
'm kidding, but for real, the world ain't the same no more Take your life to next level or remain no more Take your life to next level or remain no more
here, here and here To fasten your seatbelt insert the fitting To use the life vest, slip it over your head Pull firmly on the red cord And blow into
/when] me say [no/love] me say unto another Watcha them attack each and every vulture Or do you wants forget that p-r-o starts via pro Teachin' things in life
line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes
to this entourage South, West, oh, yes We in charge and we'll pull your cards No disrespect or disregards Life in the big LB is gettin' hard (so
The Roman soldiers drove nails into His feet and His wrists You know the walls that separated us have ceased to exist Yes, yes- now there's peace in the midst And family life
feel well rested Gambino stay hard, can't nobody pull the cord out A nigga fucked up, like a hang gliding whore house Sick boy. Yeah, the clique on deck. Yes
of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes
Or meat, Or anything. And you said yes, but you've been wearing leather and laughed and said We're at the top of the food chain. And yes you're still
to never be set free..... Distant is the end at last the final call Explicit horror is unleashed to evacuate our souls A growing menace fading now survival seems unreal Unplugging cords stopping life