[so for all y'all niggaz out there that be puffin shit When the music go on, y'all listen to this alright? ] Verse one: prince rakeem/ryzarector Let
Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside Where them niggaz carry chrome and the best die Where we push up in the corners that we fight for City from
There is a wicked barrier that detaches and discolors our unattainable dreams from our inescapable realities Nothing chafes the ego more than the monstrous
Hunting a dream of blowing flesh Separation of mind to a big tragic end Bleeding humans for unknown sin In a circle of burning fire Frost wick on this
As I walk on This wicked world Searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity. I ask myself Is all hope lost? Is there only pain and hatred, and
Let's give it up for the fabulous {*scratched: "king tee*} Fa-fabulous {*scratched: "king tee*} Let's give it up for the fabulous {*scratched
got on my mind Everybodies running round in circles Run around everyday as if they're blind A politician's job they say is very high For he has to choose
back on, you ain?t that strong You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby You?se a pink nigga, ski mask for it, baby So I can hit you up on front
threes and deuces all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie fruit 40 dollars for just one ounce
men in their dark charade This can't be happening A mother's selfish pride, her child's homicide, can she be to blame? The suited vultures circling
No, I can't go on I'm waiting only for tomorrow Life, so meaningless and hollow It's the circle of sorrow All I once believed in is dead A faded halo
lot to live for Little children Going in circles He will sing you lullabies Little children Rest your heads No more monsters, no more devils You are not who the wicked
Hey, are you ready? We´re leaving now, we´re checking out. Hey, are you coming? We´re ready for departure. This ship is moving. Well
low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don't know It ain't to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back I make stacks and stacks, for the
die domination for the tyrant revenge desolation of holiness summon my name from within the beast's brood I came raised to murder the holy one wicked
the heads of plenty witches' daughters Interviews with the richest reporters Silent nights over the dividers, a 1000 Muslim bibles For the cobbler, Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada For
the back you pop shit But when we be wavin' them thangs, you innocent 'Cause we in this bitch, Raw Dogs Is you askin' for a New York City war call? We keep it gritty for
