Lyrics:
I keep peakin' out the curtain from the hotel
The music is so loud, but it's almost as though
I don't hear no sound, I should get ready for the show
Listen up, I got a story to tell
John the Baptist wore wild minks
Strewn out the room with a swoon and a wink
Big body Bethlehem links
Talk
show you: my special trophy of war
Mimi
For a marine, I'll show more
Americans
You wont get up off the floor
The heat is on in Saigon
Don't tell me
it stings
But we can't accept/no patience left
We can't stand by/John has to die
We can't ignore/this is a war
There won't be any more
Bad things
appear
An they say it be worse everywhere
Man this shit it get worse every year
Why compare
Just prepare for the shit
Like prepare for the blick
Like uh
He
company keeps
Peace and dwell there never come, the willing of piece is to prepare for war
Memory, erase outburst, your doom is this fiery gulf
Touch it
my life
But I don't wanna be the one to hurt you
A man who live by peace
But for my family
I'ma have to murk you
Shedding tears in my room
I'm asking
SAYING NOTHING
And this dilemma sweeps the nation
See the joint entitled "And Then What," for further information
And it don't stop
To my
that's irrelavent
Chorus(x2):
[styles]
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
[dmx]
Niggaz done started somethin
[styles]
You can lay in
it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp
So watch your back and prepare for the hitman
Life
best prepare for this
If You got guns
We pull tech's
Shoot first leave yo brains on the headrest
It's all out war
Who got next?
Don't matter bullet holes
Soutside motherfucker!!!!
Chorus
Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war!
What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (made for)
Bloody War! Bloody,
Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!
(3, 1, 3) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu
In the jungle stay
me (what?), Beef it was finna be
My appetite for destruction is finnicky
He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked
the biggest nigga's in the yard get broke
I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall
Took blocks to Wall for box of raw
What you think 33 in
you got another thing coming.
Prepare to fight if you don't think twice and stab me when my back's turned.
Remember when you fought for yourself?
Now
grasping the pearls on your chest and screaming ''oh lord''
Taking you back to the last century
You whack rappers better prepare to be
Faced by an onslaught
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Lyrics: Manhood by Ryan Hayashi
Yooo, ai!
True Manhood
Never lose your nerve
True discipline
Protect and serve
What is a man? c lot of boys have no
to mention the smell
The heat is on in Saigon
Is there a war going on?
Don't ask, I ain't gonna tell
[ENGINEER]
Ah, Monsieur Chris! Monsieur John!
You've
for life
Show me your ho and I'll be fuckin' that bitch by midnight (but see)
It ain't nothin' nice, shakin' these niggas like dice
I told you once,
And prepares me for the next level so I do not fold
My Father's my protector He shields and comfort me He go to war for me
I suffer no defeat
My Father's my
tell me what do you think about?
I'm tired of wars
It only leaveas sores
That's enough for me
End this fucking
I'm tired of so many deaths
I wanna see
to me
If you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about
Cuz you don't fuck with me (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
And you
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