The law's closing in on me... Just made a BOLO list Hear this confessional These are the tales of the mean fist The tales of the mean fist And to my
'm in the ... let no berretta show I don't care yo, I did yo, push your wig back like the hair wash it, air yo Dog alley with the air for weird dogs no fist
law's closing in on me... Just made a BOLO list Hear this confessional These are the tales of the mean fist The tales of the mean fist And to my abandoned
, CIA Or al QUEDA. Capitalist, socialist, feminist, pacifist, more hardcore than a fist full o anarchists?, out in the street, bringing heat with the Molotovs, till they send the dogs
them type of niggaz that, money won't change We all aim, for the big picture but to me it don't mean shit if your dogs ain't witcha I sacrifice my main
Paradice: I was born on mean street baby Right across from ugly road You were born on Sweet Lane, baby Had tem things I've never know Now I got what
Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground
The streets is mad right now Tell 'em why we mad Rappers whatever you call yourself Pack your bags and get out of town 'Cause I'm a strike down on thee
it, I mean what I say And I say what I mean, they bout to see me strapped with a beam And they don't wanna get it gangsta, we can go with the fists And
' out his mouth. His eyes are all bleary and his tongue looks worse, And he's talkin' in couplets and blank fuckin' verse. I mean the dude is indecisive
We them type of niggaz that, money won't change We all aim, for the big picture but to me it don't mean shit if your dogs ain't witcha I sacrifice my
The streets is mad right now Tell em why we mad Rappers whatever you call yourself Pack ya bags and get out of town Cause I'ma strike down on thee wit
