1.The Time Has Come
2.Puppet Master
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin cavi
Makin greene like mitch, gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt, to have this game shook up
When dre cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot, heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers, from lowriders to henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher
Accept no imitations dre losin his stack
Is slim as chances, of michael jackson gettin his black fans
back
My reputation's like a tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle, three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than the eye can chase it
Dre, b-real, soul assassins got potential buttons activated
No illusion i have you caught up in the rapture
Executive decisions from the motherfucking puppet masters
You are the puppet, i pull your string, i'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
(repeat 4x)
Puppet masters
(repeat 2x)
We're pullin strings, killin kings
Countin all pinky rings, seizin control of the whole game
I took a pull from the blunt, inhaled it
Blew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game (checkmate nigga!) every move you make
Through manipulation is the move i choose for you to take
You see, what i want you to see
And you turn into whatever i want you to be
Whatever it be, enemy or ally
The aftermath results in soul assassins, worldwide
From coast to coast, i got soldiers on post
Injectin you, with the high funk overdose
Dre and the hill, stayin real
All you non-believin ass niggaz, get your cap peeled
Executive order make your time shorter
Get your recorder, play it back, puff your chronic sack
Your mind body and soul have been captured
And taken captive, by the motherfuckin puppet masters
You are the puppet, i pull your string, i'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
(repeat 4x)
Puppet masters
(repeat 2x)
The soul assassin button has now been activated
Dr. dre and b-real are providin the verbal abuse
Any unauthorized duplication without the consent of my nigga
muggs
May be fatal...
That's right, this is comin to you directly from the hill y'all
All rights reserved
3.Decisions, Decisions
Atlanta：gateway to the south
Verse 1：big gipp
It's a stray man, living in these veins man
Suckin on a piece of sugar pain, chucking chains
Take the wind out thru
We never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak
Who's in the wave？ i dids fingertips
Carry language computer, ray had dad removed
Swimsuits with green bags
I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin you product
Women puttin theyself in positions to get cut up
Hook：
Up out'cha guts, fear, up for what？
Nothin but them goodie
Verse 2： t-bu
Osmosis, with that thang up under the pillow crush
Caught in the crossfire between yankees and 49ers
Rivals, but the south remain calm
Neutral but we see blood that make homeboys hate at each other's
lives
Over colours and thangs, that they can bring
To the next plain, but the toots in blue, badges
Who are the biggest gangs？
In babylon, dyin slowly but surely
Malicious drivers with hairpin triggers
On the loose like juice
And white america couldn't stand it
Lapd plannin incriminatin evidence
Jurors under jag order
But we talkin outside the courtrooms
Shootin birds at the judges
Fuck teks and go and plug us out on racial slurs
Destroyin documents or complaints from black workers
Chorus：
The battles no longer physical, it's from within
You live to die and you die to live again
But you can't win for losing, what sides are you choosin？
Decisions, decisions to make
Decisions, decisions to make
Verse 3： khujo, cee-lo
Legalise the dope and make paper
Think it's time to pull another caper
Outta my bag of tricks
These niggas ain't recognisin how they usin us to get rich
Niggas dyin and shit
I putta, broke my back for the ＊？scress？＊
That's what i did when i was a kid
Always had the thought of doin a bid
In the back of my mind, a life of crime
Was the last resort, i knew that goin to court drama wasn't
likely
I nicked scrimis like a chemist
Cookin up a pan like the witch doctor
Stroll beside cha like a thousand volts
Over the edge pf the hope with the cia sellin coke
To make them bloat, float up the river key louie
Liquor sipper as i strategise a plan to infiltrate the crooked
New, what？, ways to live a life
Who we got to fight？
Kid, it bite, are you dyin tonight？
Relentless realism regardless represents
South west goes out, possess the manifest that's heaven sent
What's said is meant to the fullest extent
No nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content
But just a little wealth, a little fame
But your mind-frame will keep you living the same
And it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto
Huh, hoes have some clothes that ain't makin what you suppose
Let your eyes close to what your contract shows
And fine print, they gotta get back every cent you spent
You content cuz, you do what everybody does
The industry that change you from the person you was
Knee-deep in the struggle
Two part-time jobs to juggle
Gotta lady and a c that you can't hardly feed
Any day your life could end so you depend
On the reciting and the writing when you got the spare time to
spend
To keep you stable, hopin one day you'll be able
To be a commodity on somebody's record label
Got your chance, twenty thousand dollar advance
And a car and all of a sudden you a star at the bar
Ballin, callin the waiter to bring one of they finest wines
Then you started snortin lines, your life defines
The misconception of stayin down
You can't be influenced by everybody you hang round
You shoulda been more appreciative
Of the life that you were blessed to live
A hundred percent is what you got to give
Cos ain't no tellin, yo' bullshit start smellin
And you wonder why your record ain't sellin
No more, endin up with no dough
And no respect back in the projects
And building 23, right next door to me, heheheh
Chorus
Hook
4.Third World
Yeah, yeah, yeah. one two. one two. ayo, wu-tangs invincible.
But understand the principle.
My man muggs, droppin' phat tracks like drugs.
Breaker-breaker one two. breaker-breaker one two. you're
breakin' up.
Peace.
Verse one： genius
Beams shatter light from the wu-mansion
Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any mc
And the fool that fell far was the righteous
It was cypress, let the media hype this
Promotion niggas snipe this
Push it like tray bags of 72
Kept niggas in suede rags
Microphone cycle, who flips the mic so well？
Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells
Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin'
Niggas flakin', wannabe mcs is shakin'
My sword indeed make more niggas bleed
So swift that the eye couldn't record the speed
I lost ya, wit that offer
Nigga that'll cost ya
Feel the strings of torture
Bust him in the ？half gallon？
Whats that shit he drinkin'？
They got him thinkin'
That he could crash his ship and he'd be sinkin'
I told him ' come back when you're sober.'
Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin' hunt for red october
Don't even catch me when i'm blunted
Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a sb-1200
Instruments the terror on warships, its corporate
Visual niggas paint portraits
Verse two： rza
Check the mic lines for wire-taps
...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed...
Fire back, all hands on deck
Cadet, vets, insert cassette
Tracks snap heads like berettes
Catch web sites like internet
...team, i'm detecting vehicles approaching from the east...
Pass me the infra-red binoculars captain so i can see
Sound the alarm
Call for the suicidal kamikaze ninjas with the bombs
Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms
Anytime i come by, alumni cut short their air supply
Send 'em back like george mcfly
I be holdin' this
Travel ground like a motorist
Poisonous gas released from my track is odorless and tasteless
Like ghost is face-less
Which allowed the god to bring it back, it be the hundred cases
Mcs heads weave like trees in a breeze to rhymes like these
Underwater flow strikes like torpedos
You'll get plugged more than del rio
Played short like de vito
Split the fuck up like mike jakatito
Sword cut sharper than concorde needles
Call my second private
...tell em righteous importing messages to cypress...
I heard your crew assisted on the island with dr. titus
Any chance of releasing the new deadly virus？
To infiltrate the western states
Its time to pump out more rap tapes
And use the wu-tang symbol to communicate
Rza over and out.....
5.Battle Of 2001
Initiate, ＊？my ruffians bring like attack？＊
It's the first line of defence, imminence combat
As i look up into the cold black sky
I see the birds of destruction fly by
Convey the code red and begin arming all nuclear warheads
(alert all civilians, there's no time to waste)
Embrace all the data within the home base
The virus is spreading at a maximum pace
Eliminating all traces of the human race
(commander, the enemy has begun to infiltrate!)
Send the word and spread it (let's get the fuck outta here!)
Thru all the southern states
Activate self-destruct, elimination is imminent
Stabilise your positions
The spirit of god is infinite
Women and children take shelter
The enemy is upon us
All personnel, man your battle stations
Code red! i repeat, code red!
We are bein over ran by hostile forces
Need assistance!
Is anybody receiving this message？
.........this transmission...over!...........
6.Devil In A Blue Dress
Intro：
Word up!
Yeah! la the darkman youknowhati'msayin'
Word up! takin' you on this expedition, tropicanty
Word up! the underworld mission
Youknowhati'msayin'
Revolution, yo
Check it out, yo
Chorus：
The la's invincible
You thug cats i'ma stab on pricipal
Better off dead workin' with a glass, go ahead
You got star dream on a corner drinkin' gasoline
My man threw you up in a fiend no contest
Dunn i'm bless and knew a devil in a blue dress
Dunn i'm bless and you a devil in a blue dress
Verse one：
Youknowhati'msayin', word up! la the dark...
Yo, this brilliant companion peace to the original
Approach my slang and end up in critical condition
When i let my shell i ain't missin'
Technician, you get stabbed back in position
I know that money bring bitches and bitches on to be trusted
Some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin' dusted
City lights, a minute with new books to read
I feed my man lock down, my physicals and my seeds
I ain't got shit, while you rap niggas be playin' wigs
And you the vegas in the ditch, makin' life cold switch
I'm invincible, you get dead before you start
My night for sharp, push raps spikes to your art
La fight dirty, i strike first i snatch it a purse
Inside my verse, takin' to the edge of the earth
And throw you over, son you drunk i smack you sober
Assassin, blastin' enough your range rover
Chorus
Verse two：
Triple darkness, yo, expedition
Yo, i'm from a long weeded stick up
Kids, coke and hustlers
Gars for cars, strong arms, tech dusters
The streets got me in a ocean deep
Khuan i'm leap, a bum told me life is cheap
My lyric's dancin', lamp and eatin' fish in a wu mansion
Apart place i'ma dance and only my wiz i'm romancin'
Hostted all you chicken niggas get rosted
I read manuscrip in 97 whips hells is tosted
I say some my minute your benz and get benit
My guns get more open than a enveloppe with money in it
Where i live it's only crack, fiends and dirty jeans
Shorties on the block with the platinum drug dream
Everything in our seems i got bagged at 14
On a highway runin' guns outta new orleans
It's la, what you think them niggas trimbellin' pink
Stumblelin' you a cat to turn tough on a drink
Keepin' you lifted remenisce on what chris did
Pull out the mac and shop for a cat in a scebelian
Right in front of the buildin' with kids playin', shelly's
playin'
On the second floor shelly mom's prayin'
Got cough by a stray in a window in broad day
And she die, fucked up and had to be that way
It was a drunk nigga who done it
Word up! youknowhati'msayin', yo
Chorus
Outro：
Word up!
La trapicanty, youknowhati'msayin'
You kids better walk straight and masked that you high
Youknowhati'msayin' or you be the next to die
Word up! sendin' hands to our live
Youknowhati'msayin' word up!
Triple darkness
Supreme, word up!
Power for my whole unit
7.Heavy Weights
Intro：
Schyeah!
Stick em
I said ya best hit the ground and don't be late
Ya crews pay dues with heavy weights
Verse 1：
Been brained in the pain since hotter than july
My crews do-or-die, insist to ride high
Clients never fuck us (uhh uhh)
Like hammer can't touch us, automatic workers
No showstop always get in for the realer
Y'all deadmeat, clock the dollar billa
I said 'y'all in？', never stood too tall
Like mike outta motherfucker off the wall
Me's cheese cos the rats got my pockets with holes
Keeps bitin on my dick like yo' ass oppose
Mr tony got the paper (uh huh), no doubt
Been doin crimes, one time definite in '89
Can't stop it though, y'all gots pounds to push
In the back of the ＊？allenue york？＊, ducati
Got em fly like birds, ok who got the pick-up？
Keep it cool, one-time try to stick up
Schyeah!
Chorus：
Ya best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues with heavy weights
And don't play hero you might get shot
Cos you ain't got scrill like the scrill we got
Verse 2：
Watch out for the phonetap
One-time tryin ta stick me for the murder wrap
Ain't nuttin happenin
Best step back, the guns gone clap
Ya know how we do, the crew come strapped
In a minute, weight pushin '96 ss's
And niggas bailin 'round with s's on their chests
The problem solver, uhh uhh, chrome revolver
Executor, billy the kid the straight shooter
Got it locked down cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight
My nigga muggs got it sold like chynna white
This ain't the row, jack, situation's lookin grim
B's like tina out on a limb
We's pimp niggas, we make the paper on the regular
Got styles's but still floss on burnt-out cellulars
I'm tellin ya we runs the whole fuckin show
And you can't see me go toe-to-toe (bing!)
Chorus (x2)
Verse 3：
I push ya round like mr biggs stuffin a fire
No tv screen keeps my access live
Got the glocks on ready to shake rumps like teddy
Keeps ya distance we be's the gs that's deadly
Keeps the cristal chilled in my favourite cup
Gots money to burn, no which way is up
I hangs with the playas and rolls with the riches
Keeps my grip, don't trust a bitch
You knows the business, it's paper, son
Gots the cash, freeze a nigga on the run
Better known as chester who gets the cheesin
Everybody lay down when i starts the squeezin
For the money i do's the evilest things
Keeps my work goin nicely to the happy fiends
It don't stop to the break o' dawn
Half ounce with the chronic, dom perrignon
Chorus (x2)
Outro：
Schyeah! (ya best hit the ground)
Mc eiht in the house one-two (ya best hit the ground)
My nigga muggs in the house one-two (don't play hero)
Can't fuck with the crew, schyeah!
(heavy weights) schyeah!
'97 in the house, schyeah!
Ya best hit the ground and don't be late
My crews pay dues with heavy weights
And don't play hero you might get shot
Cos you ain't got scrill...muggs one time
8.Move Ahead
Intro：
Real skills, bronx styles, cypress ave meets cypress hill
Real hip-hop, bounce to this shit motherfuckers, read em!
You know what's up, shrap!
Commisioner gordon rock on
Tony touch y'all rock on
Kid capri yeah rock on
Dj kenny coffin yo rock on
Verse 1：
In 199-sess, krs is in his peak-in
You are weak-in and collapse like mike, collect the beacon
You talk more ish than a cellullar
You can't last, just call me enema
Cos i give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid
I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid
Pyschological like sigmund freud
But i get annoyed cos these rappers have no brain
These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine
They got no skill or game
They sellin that commercial let me say it
'ask for minoxadil with rogaine'
True skills i will explain
The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain
Chorus：
West coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
East coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho
B-boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead (x8)
Verse 2：
People always say when they see us, teach us
So we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us
Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us
They been around since mary magdalene and jesus
Run wit it, pimps and players run the government
We been raised on a tonne of it that's why we're lovin it
Bein a player is cool when you a kid
Until you get sent up for a eight year bid
Now you use and abuse and serve like hell
Til one day you are found face down upon the ground
Two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick
Dyin over what you players, i think, call a bitch
I'm not a player hater cos i hate no one
But when you start destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, son
Government attack one who's brainwashed
Government attack two who is, yes, brain rinsed
Government attack three is for you and me
To constantly dream about the lex with bulletproof tints
It's pointless to think i'm knockin ya
If you a pimp, be a pimp, i'll be a philosopher
So the....
Chorus
Verse 3：
Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment
In the east or west, microphone grabbin it
Chess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dope
For the hip-hop nation, yet our hope, your scope
Is broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew？
That's why black people cannot seem to break thru
It's like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the top
Other crabs wish to pull down and blood (bloods)
I'm not understandin what's all the fuss
Hip-hop belongs to all of us
The east created it, the west decorated it
Learn the lesson, the unified picture is black expression
When black expression heights itself
It becomes black digression leadin to depression in health
Now question these ideas today
If hip-hop was destroyed could we blame the cia
Or the fbi, you'd be a motherfuckin lie-
-er, li-ar, pants on fire-er
Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelf
We got no one to blame but ourselves
So....
Chorus
We must move ahead (x8)
All beef is dead!
9.It Could Happen To You
Intro／chorus：
4 pound, hit you up with rounds
Leave a man down
Wrappin on a rat
The infamous nuff said (enough said motherfucker)
And when it happens
Off guard watch reaction (watch his reaction)
Look him in his eyes, cock back, commence clappin
And it could happen to you
Verse 1： havoc
It's old love, i could see the eyes up above
Watchin, waitin for me to slip
Lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by jase
He threw all the fakes
I want my cake and eat it too
Wash it down with brews
Spent a half a milli on gats
You know the drilli
Smack em all buster silly, got dough on the philly
And store-willies, it's the ny city
Hazardous, dangerous game of da
Sticky motherfucker keepin undercover
Stick-n-move, gators to timb shoes
Jeans to tuxedos
Second motion, son, i be do
Down below ya best
Sunnin, runnin outta overpower
Freeze the counter, ？？？？ and powder
Distant, gotti on some flip shit
Resco his cool piece, too grimy now ya death row
To test smokes, hazardous the most
Slow you up like dust
Coke white you get crushed
You modernise
Infamous come thru like the homicide
Hit guys, rip dons, get mines, the thin line
Chorus
Verse 2： prodigy
Infamous who rap shit, power moves and connect wit
Empire, bless all my sons wit
Bank accounts
Many mansions down south
Fuck abt, got protected
War strategies perfected
Bent all day, alize party
Golf, fuck par 3, pimp, pusher, playa, couldn't be me
Hennessey raps, fully loaded with gats
Now how you like that
Time lapse
You lose, shoulda been strapped!
Be on your back like a new born
Niggas is corn-born, wit
Real cats who do this all day long
On and on til the break of dawn, it don't stop
Shit is hot like pj's infested with cops
Jakes on a nigga ass, ninja break em like glass
Interrogated, they won't last
Would it make you laugh or make you cry？
On this side it's do-or-die
Ya get dead plus sun-dried, you're small fry
We on time with this, mace blindin shit
Gold mindin it, extended 9 clips
Trife life got my mind keyed up
Pull out the tek-nology and team-o
With my cats and ？？？ blast
Direct splats to your jawbone
I lift that head up, homes, bent they hos and putos
Injured kid, mobb-tician is the laws of life
Ain't it interestin, listen
It could happen to you
Bridge：
Now what would you think？ (i don't know)
What would you do？ (i don't know)
Can't beat ya gat, can't find ya crew
Far away from home in a land not new
So boom, outta place and i sue ya crew
Son, yo, they steppin in you
And it could happen to you
Outro： havoc
Knowhuti'msayin？ said word to mutha, son!
Feels like a dream (word!)
It's like i just woke up, knowi'msayin？
I woke up in a like-like an ill sweat, son
Word up, this shit had me shook, son!
I don't know, man!
Fuckin around with them other cats
4 pound, get hit with rounds
Leave a man down
Wrappin on a rat
The infamous nuff said
(enough motherfuckin said!)
10.Life Is Tragic
Intro：
Yeah, what？ '96
One two, one two, nine-double-tre
Infamous mobb up in this, infamous mobb
Up in this shit, ＊？nine car？＊ to the year 2 g
We're all set like this, to my nigga kicko
Yo, y'all, gambino, godfather
(ty knitty)
I tell my nigga kicko, back in the world again
Slash dove slash player hater
We strive for action, breakin nigga's knees for cheese
Seems i gotta redeem, puncture your chest
Til i see flesh and bleed
Then i all set, set
Things correct, balance weight, no escape
It's the infamous mobb to the year 2 g
My fam will be known throughout the universe
Comin right back, back down to earth
Goddamn it, just planned it
Got my ho bitches slanted, my seed i planted
Another life i give, ty knitty
A visible shield, trife or deal
Dun, is life for real？ conquered and peeled (yeah)
Or you end up crimed at will, only the real
Reality is trife by forcefield, but i shield
Police guns'll blast, little late to stab at your hi-ide
Under fire you fold, under fire you fold, nigga
(scarface)
For all my team locked, locked inside facilities
Penitentiaries, steady livin in misery
Intensively, then i strike you mentally then physically
Infamously rap the qbc
Convincively i can advance dee, it's a prophecy
Live a lottery, shut up, massive mynogany
(gambino)
I got my nigga ？？？？ black, killer black in the world again
Holdin me down with 4 pounds
Legendary crown, scarface and gambino
Two grimeys, word life combined one is in my body, dun
Now we're livin life as one
[yo son, (yo son), i gotta stop threadin on that shit, man, word
up!]
But we trapped on this planet til the day that we die
Ain't no way to escape sight from my twin eye
Above my unlaw, juice from the wines
Far side only to see with mobb eye
Genuine shine, left blind by bright light
Strike like navy seals seen with dark light
With the 'seal gat lace black for combat
(lace black for combat, combta, nigga, combat, nigga)
(scarface)
Twenty four lie, southport i support
All my niggas li-locked down for life
Keep ya head tight, cap front, hit em up right
Icepick-like gat keepin sick, cock, safety of
Steady, five berreti ready
To chop or get chopped, son, don't let nobody know
Go handle your business, champion winner
Victorious, leavin you questionin this with medicine
Curin your soul, takin control of the situation
Situated at hand, we expand like coke land
Fool proof plan, like the gingerbread man
Catch me if you can, on the run, fugitive fled
Flee to be free, carcerated from my queensbridge family
＊？tee-na？＊ beats ta expand
Lakin luchiano feedin dj benny
Rock free hop top top, ta-ta george ？？？？
Cliff diggity my niggity
Fat mom mouldy rap and tee ya get ya mouth flee
Duggidge, jl, ＊？why too young？＊？ go hire two
Old time fake lou, tee cut the groups
Green eyes and nickel, tee-lord, we no be no part
Tee go gun knot slingin panties, go
Send his ass back to puerto rico
Jakes on terror, do black skins
All my men...
Chorus：
Life is tragic (tragic)
Back in the world once again (once again)
Tryin ta make a million times ten (times ten)
Friends, how many of us have them？
Grow with, this cat had the clap on the infamous mobb
In the world once again (no question)
Tryin ta make a million times ten
Friends, how many of us have them？ (have them)
On locked, dee, cos dee's bagged them
11.New York Undercover
Intro：
Nyc
Nyc, it's hell of a place to be
Come inside
Wanna know？ let's go
The big rotten apple surrounded by runaways, connected by
bridges
And uplift the sky high, vertical positions
Keeps criminals in vicious cycles
Unrestrainable
Cats be untameable and ghettos too
You might see nightly drug busts on corners and in corridors
Outside of tenement walls
Number holes in back store fronts where senior citizens press
their luck
To win a quick bucks while blood guts
Litter sidewalks where cops use chalk to outline
Ya physical design, now peep the headlines
'madman kidnaps four or more
Torch a nig' apartment store
On 25th and douglas', parallel in pages 'the mob hits'
In central park, rapists with shake faces
It's all thorough, one city, five boroughs
Associated with interlockin sub tunnels
New york's undercover, haa
You niggas wanna know why the skies are grey like cold steel
Air still, quality stand to see the mob tell
Too much confusion, car pollution, drug abusin
Distribution and gun shootin
Teenagers sportin vibrator pagers, fornicators
While immigrants work the garment district for low wages
Nigga's pop's crazy alcoholic wit swollen lips
My moms be on some ol' fat cat shit
It's economic, supply and demand, increase ya profit
Wit mad product, they can't sign us like domestic violence
It's goin down on my island or manhatten
The bronx, brooklyn, queens or staten where shit happens
It's all thorough, one city, five boroughs
Associated with interlockin sub tunnels
New york's undercover brothers
For all you motherfuckers and baby mothers
Believe that!
Outro：
We're under siege, envy's ny period!
See new york city we get deep
We's rolls threes three and creep
New york's undercover you'll discover
You're under siege, envy's the ny period!
See, huh
Execution type murders
Cops puttin niggas in the dope yoke hold
Stranglin their life source....
12.John 3：16
This is not the burial, it's the ressurection
Hey kids gather 'round (all around the world)
It's dj muggs, with wyclef (yeah, all around the world)
Aha, i got a story to tell (all around the world)
Check it out, c'mon
What do you mean, john 3：16？
For god so loved the world, every man packs an m-16
(uh-huh) says the boy to the fiend
What do you mean？ huh (uh-huh)
What do you mean, john 3：16？
For god so loved the world, every one packs an m-16
I wanna wake up from this dream
(i wanna wake up from this dream) check it out
I caught the bullet, i was stumblin like a mulet
Drink white russian; game, russian roulette
Flight continental six o'clock in the mornin
Briefcase full o' cocaine on my way out, i tipped the doorman
Jumped into the cab said, 'hail mary, full of grace'
Yesterday communion was the mafia's reunion
Confessed to the priest, evade the apple, i ate the peach
Slept with vanity, sold my soul to robin leach
Devil music in my ear, no fear, i'm pumpin def leppard
Slow down, here comes the narc' with the german shepherd
I got the plan, man, meet me in the van
I got this kid from the sudan bringin tecs from iran (uh-huh)
What do you mean, john 3：16？
For god so loved the world, every man packs an m-16
Says the boy to the fiend (all around the world)
(uh-huh) what do you mean？ what do you mean？
What do you mean, john 3：16？
For god so loved the world, every one packs an m-16
Says the girl to the fiend (uh-huh)
So in the streets, the product must be clean (uh-huh)
Five-eleven, the young one went to heaven
Yo with the gun to his head; yo he was already dead
Sunday mornin in court, the judge got wyclef confessin
'yo, i murdered steve austin,' now i'm wanted by bionic woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to india, smoke hashish with ghandi (uh-huh)
My bills of rights is to make sure you're alright
Superman left the gang, cause his weakness was crips-tonight
(bing)
Godfather got the cottonballs to his cheeks
Pig couldn't fly straight so you die in your sleep
I stay awake only to see nicodemus
The young one got murdered, the day was the sabbath
What do you mean, john 3：16？
For god so loved the world, every man packs an m-16
What do you mean, says the boy to the fiend
Why we killin for the green？
What do you mean, john 3：16？
For god so loved the world, every man packs an m-16
Says the girl to the fiend (all around the world)
I wanna wake up from this dream
I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer
Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named delilah
Pretty little dancer, voice like tina turner
Chickenheads are you a virgin？ yeah right, so was madonna!
S-s-sinner, sinner, seek the master
If not, feel the explosion from the day after
Bit by the vampire, worked for the mobster
Two to the head - and now you swimmin with the lobsters
We got'cha got'cha, set up in oklahoma
You caught a bad one like a kid catchin pneumonia
So storyteller, what's the moral of this story？
Live reality and don't get caught up in your fantasy
What do you mean, john 3：16？
For god so loved the world, every man packs an m-16
Says the boy to the fiend (all around the world)
Aren't we all human beings？ (uh-huh)
What do you mean, john 3：16？
For god so loved the world, every man packs an m-16 (m-16)
But the dream.. is still for green..
(so) so we die in the steam
(what do you mean, john 3：16？)
This is how it is around the way, y'knahmsayin muggs？
Wyclef.. and it don't stop
Refugee camp, bing!
(what do you mean, john 3：16？)
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