| {*whispered*} | |
| Love me.. give me love.. | |
| Give me love food.. | |
| Give me love, so that i can.. kill.. | |
| Give me love, because i can.. kill.. | |
| He's not real.. (the devil) and she must die.. | |
| Die.. (he is the son of man, he is the son of god) | |
| {*beat drowns out whispered vocals*} | |
| [king tee] | |
| Three strike you're out they're makin niggaz behave | |
| No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days | |
| Welcome to the next level, it's the new world order | |
| Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter | |
| I put that on my moms, that's on everything i love | |
| Nigga what? catch a l, make you cry like a dove | |
| So sucka free is the only way for me | |
| You don't get paid just for bein o.g. | |
| We've been had, we've been tricked, we've been played | |
| Right when we, went left, for what? we shoulda stayed | |
| Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business | |
| Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness | |
| Tried to save his life, give him cpr, huh | |
| Somethin for the lungs, fat african drums | |
| So clear up your sinus and keep your nose clean | |
| Khakis so hot it makes the one-time stop | |
| [chorus] | |
| Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays | |
| We in the cage, black man is bein slayed | |
| Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays | |
| We in the cage, black man is bein slayed | |
| [king tee] | |
| Get with the lyrical miracle whippin up | |
| Gingerbread cookies out you rookies, huh | |
| I can't stands no more, grab the floor | |
| Hit the deck when i let loose the tec (c'mon) | |
| 'nique, freak any beat nigga | |
| Westside 106 (?) street, uhh | |
| The loco's, chocolate like cocoa | |
| Get your punk-ass balled up in the trash (ahh!) | |
| You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say sorry | |
| This wild style's like lion country safari | |
| This is for my loc's back at the ponderosa | |
| Check my file, bring it to trial | |
| Get with that new, ninety-fo' shit | |
| Yes it's funky like a jackass, don't even trip | |
| I got pages and pages of metaphoric phrases | |
| Too complex for the human eye to catch | |
| It's the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example | |
| Or do you just wanna taste a sample? | |
| Out of control, gone, warped, zoned, toned | |
| Hand me the heater, i need the speakers | |
| Sparks, flames, no name but peep game | |
| Smoke like a choo-choo train | |
| It's the criminal minded nigga king tee | |
| With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin like spiders | |
| We've been bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher | |
| Judge fletcher betcha, raise your blood pressure | |
| The unsolved mystery, mixed up our history | |
| Put us in the twist, we no longer exist, like | |
| .. dinosaurs dissapeared, then it's like | |
| .. mine and yours dissapear, so it's like | |
| Servin soon, here comes your doom | |
| Right when the world go ka-boom, so am i | |
| Sane, or, sick in the brain? | |
| Or do everybody style sound the same? (yep) | |
| [chorus] - 2x | |
| [outro] | |
| Yeahh... beat terrorist.. (?) | |
| Tr, the funk ignitor | |
| My nigga king tee with the funky west shit right? | |
| Check this out.. | |
| Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, (?) |
| whispered | |
| Love me.. give me love.. | |
| Give me love food.. | |
| Give me love, so that i can.. kill.. | |
| Give me love, because i can.. kill.. | |
| He' s not real.. the devil and she must die.. | |
| Die.. he is the son of man, he is the son of god | |
| beat drowns out whispered vocals | |
| king tee | |
| Three strike you' re out they' re makin niggaz behave | |
| No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days | |
| Welcome to the next level, it' s the new world order | |
| Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter | |
| I put that on my moms, that' s on everything i love | |
| Nigga what? catch a l, make you cry like a dove | |
| So sucka free is the only way for me | |
| You don' t get paid just for bein o. g. | |
| We' ve been had, we' ve been tricked, we' ve been played | |
| Right when we, went left, for what? we shoulda stayed | |
| Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business | |
| Rushed ' em with the quickness, killed ' em with the sickness | |
| Tried to save his life, give him cpr, huh | |
| Somethin for the lungs, fat african drums | |
| So clear up your sinus and keep your nose clean | |
| Khakis so hot it makes the onetime stop | |
| chorus | |
| Three strikes, you' re out, then a nigga pays | |
| We in the cage, black man is bein slayed | |
| Three strikes, you' re out, then a nigga pays | |
| We in the cage, black man is bein slayed | |
| king tee | |
| Get with the lyrical miracle whippin up | |
| Gingerbread cookies out you rookies, huh | |
| I can' t stands no more, grab the floor | |
| Hit the deck when i let loose the tec c' mon | |
| ' nique, freak any beat nigga | |
| Westside 106 ? street, uhh | |
| The loco' s, chocolate like cocoa | |
| Get your punkass balled up in the trash ahh! | |
| You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say sorry | |
| This wild style' s like lion country safari | |
| This is for my loc' s back at the ponderosa | |
| Check my file, bring it to trial | |
| Get with that new, ninetyfo' shit | |
| Yes it' s funky like a jackass, don' t even trip | |
| I got pages and pages of metaphoric phrases | |
| Too complex for the human eye to catch | |
| It' s the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example | |
| Or do you just wanna taste a sample? | |
| Out of control, gone, warped, zoned, toned | |
| Hand me the heater, i need the speakers | |
| Sparks, flames, no name but peep game | |
| Smoke like a choochoo train | |
| It' s the criminal minded nigga king tee | |
| With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin like spiders | |
| We' ve been bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher | |
| Judge fletcher betcha, raise your blood pressure | |
| The unsolved mystery, mixed up our history | |
| Put us in the twist, we no longer exist, like | |
| .. dinosaurs dissapeared, then it' s like | |
| .. mine and yours dissapear, so it' s like | |
| Servin soon, here comes your doom | |
| Right when the world go kaboom, so am i | |
| Sane, or, sick in the brain? | |
| Or do everybody style sound the same? yep | |
| chorus 2x | |
| outro | |
| Yeahh... beat terrorist.. ? | |
| Tr, the funk ignitor | |
| My nigga king tee with the funky west shit right? | |
| Check this out.. | |
| Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, ? |
| whispered | |
| Love me.. give me love.. | |
| Give me love food.. | |
| Give me love, so that i can.. kill.. | |
| Give me love, because i can.. kill.. | |
| He' s not real.. the devil and she must die.. | |
| Die.. he is the son of man, he is the son of god | |
| beat drowns out whispered vocals | |
| king tee | |
| Three strike you' re out they' re makin niggaz behave | |
| No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days | |
| Welcome to the next level, it' s the new world order | |
| Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter | |
| I put that on my moms, that' s on everything i love | |
| Nigga what? catch a l, make you cry like a dove | |
| So sucka free is the only way for me | |
| You don' t get paid just for bein o. g. | |
| We' ve been had, we' ve been tricked, we' ve been played | |
| Right when we, went left, for what? we shoulda stayed | |
| Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business | |
| Rushed ' em with the quickness, killed ' em with the sickness | |
| Tried to save his life, give him cpr, huh | |
| Somethin for the lungs, fat african drums | |
| So clear up your sinus and keep your nose clean | |
| Khakis so hot it makes the onetime stop | |
| chorus | |
| Three strikes, you' re out, then a nigga pays | |
| We in the cage, black man is bein slayed | |
| Three strikes, you' re out, then a nigga pays | |
| We in the cage, black man is bein slayed | |
| king tee | |
| Get with the lyrical miracle whippin up | |
| Gingerbread cookies out you rookies, huh | |
| I can' t stands no more, grab the floor | |
| Hit the deck when i let loose the tec c' mon | |
| ' nique, freak any beat nigga | |
| Westside 106 ? street, uhh | |
| The loco' s, chocolate like cocoa | |
| Get your punkass balled up in the trash ahh! | |
| You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say sorry | |
| This wild style' s like lion country safari | |
| This is for my loc' s back at the ponderosa | |
| Check my file, bring it to trial | |
| Get with that new, ninetyfo' shit | |
| Yes it' s funky like a jackass, don' t even trip | |
| I got pages and pages of metaphoric phrases | |
| Too complex for the human eye to catch | |
| It' s the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example | |
| Or do you just wanna taste a sample? | |
| Out of control, gone, warped, zoned, toned | |
| Hand me the heater, i need the speakers | |
| Sparks, flames, no name but peep game | |
| Smoke like a choochoo train | |
| It' s the criminal minded nigga king tee | |
| With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin like spiders | |
| We' ve been bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher | |
| Judge fletcher betcha, raise your blood pressure | |
| The unsolved mystery, mixed up our history | |
| Put us in the twist, we no longer exist, like | |
| .. dinosaurs dissapeared, then it' s like | |
| .. mine and yours dissapear, so it' s like | |
| Servin soon, here comes your doom | |
| Right when the world go kaboom, so am i | |
| Sane, or, sick in the brain? | |
| Or do everybody style sound the same? yep | |
| chorus 2x | |
| outro | |
| Yeahh... beat terrorist.. ? | |
| Tr, the funk ignitor | |
| My nigga king tee with the funky west shit right? | |
| Check this out.. | |
| Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, ? |
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