Tempt the flesh tempt your mind You don't need the one you left behind Scared to breath still inhale Enemy like poison through your veins The sense of enemy
black mans dream [repeated] [Rick Ross] Punish all these niggas Fucking all these bitches Buying every diamonds, every weapon in existance Terminator x, I'm a public enemy
Will, Barry B BDP, Eazy E, PRT, Lakim Shabazz, Jaz, Jay-Z, Tragedy, QB [Chorus] - 2X Markie Fresh, The Mack of Rap, now the Fat Boys are back X-Clan
[Erv Gotti] Everybody wants to make comparisons to Pac, and X, and me, YALL NIGGAZ want to see Pac come back? You want to see this shit? it's here nigga
[Steele] Hold me down, I'm movin on the enemy now For a cause, and he cause ya exort at war I swore to be dedicated, always elevatin, meditatin Bout the
mans dream (repeated) [Rick Ross] Punish all these n-ggas F-cking all these bitches Buying every diamonds, every weapon in existance Terminator x, I'm a public enemy
Tec for the squealers Wear a vest for the killers, nuttin less cause it's reala in the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled Enemies
gritty The nitty gritty The nitty gritty The nitty gritty Let's get right down To the nitty gritty Born again, a soul bend blends K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends X
They been bumpin' for some minuets They some bitches evidently My city represents me like fifty thousand albums They eat it up in the ville like x-pills
the speaker My spirit is gettin much stronger Look, the enemy is gettin much weaker It's Bizzy the Kid, thats demonic Revelations and horses, Double-X-Lin' the sources
freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (4x) Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (4x) A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (2x) Uh, how
can I get a witness? societys choas no time to floss Just business Hook: Caught up in the choas no time to floss just business business "definatly handle it" (x
a record through the land of the lost with the 4th disciple Stifle enemies, come test Twenty one in your chest Killa blessed em with a bloody vest Chorus (2x
dressing room wit a tech on me ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor like the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the
none of them fake mc's That sees their enemies and run like hoes Nuthin to fear but fear foo confront your foes And tell em [Hook x8] Run hide duck huh
youth Assassinate presidents like John Wilkes Booth Put the message in the barrel of your gun then *bang* [Verse 1: Ill Bill] Fuck the Source, fuck
flip this shit right We to ghetto to let this one sneak past us Fuck that! Ey Vegas, let's tell 'em what we say Evrytime we see a stool pigeon rat.. [Intro: x
