from the top of my lungs what's goin' on and I say hey... hey... I say hey, what's goin' on and I say hey... hey... I said hey, what's goin' on Oh, oooh
dismal point on the arc I think I understand what you were saying About the smiles of the skulls The spastic face was the last one, our luck was white
and yo wife be, wife be Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat Uh, we some headbussas, uh, we some headbussas Uh, we'll crack a nigga's skull
lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin' money off us Fast food, cola, soda, skull and bone crossers It's all poison
when there's heat Since one cop was white the otha was a brotha I pulled out my tape and front page of the cover Of the source, told him me and Janet's
: Eminem] There's a switch, I flip, emotions cut off So cold I done froze my butt off And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet It's like squirting
Opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull I picked it up and screamed, "Look bitch, what have you done?" "Oh my God, I'm sorry son", "Shut up
The Source And a wardrobe I can afford Otherwise I might get sent up back-strike in a Ford And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicadin for Everybody's
guts, it's Gutfest '89 Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89 Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89 The festival is on the lake, the hotel's up
It's time.. I'm tied up in the basement, blindfolded by nine soldiers With rare paintings and fine sculptures, they spoke blatant Their nine's loaded
Let's go, Shyne, pro, bust pipes get right Bang, stop, roll 'head throw the dice White Air Force Ones, monies in rubber bands America's number one dope
? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible Terrible, what you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible... (Buzz) There's the buzzer
Picture a niggas that's raw, amber fire his ass And what we'll say is what we saw, muthafuckas, I slaughter Blow 'em out the water, Legit, that's Ballers
plagues my city like ebola, dig it I wonder if that white man put the chip in your head And every down Ward nigga end up dead Man, what you have to prove
all ages shapes and sizes Bitches picked up and dicked up, niggaz they gettin' stuck up Give up what you got or get your ass shut the fuck up Run 'em
until tomorrow Chorus: joe sinistr It's the second payback, payback part ii Yeah, it's the second payback, the payback part ii Uh-huh, yeah -- it's
When will you open up your eyes By the time it's almost over you... Get up, get up, fight! Announcing the birth of the new world order as pronounced
