*chorus* Judgment Night, got gun got badge Judgment Night, HUH! Judgment Night, in the echo of a gunblast Judgment Night!!!
Over here, and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees I'm coolin in your freezer (He's a breezer) I hits it up with that bald faced rap I sinks to the crack, and I make shit get wild Run it by, bust to start, to punch, others front Top drop Ceasar, it's more than a leisure Bitch every fuckin grain in your brain, like a tweezer The sinister thief, shaded to six feet deep for the misdemeanor, offender, the backbender (UH) Corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender (YEAH) Never perpetratin, so ain't no lurkin in the dark I'm lurkin near the workin niggaz heart Used to be a gambler, when I was a scrambler Now I'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her Who's this here, state my facts, and react and saturate brains with a plate of hot wax Intertwining, combining and aligning, shining, studies in the light right now while we wreak fuckin havoc!
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Come inside with his highness, the illinest Killin em with adrenalin, blast past the minimum Look to the winter's ugliness, ruggedness Under the rug, front to this, money strikes confidence Chopped in the days and the blazin smell then the realm of a seance, I blackloose, guns! Comin to the project, walls with AKs We're talkin days, word, that you sun You really want some next shit, some blood on the exit? ONYX!!! Watch me wreck shit as they exit But yo I keep em hollerin, screamin out for mercy minds of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality So blast it as I hit your head you're dead not disbelievin Got the toxic rock, to bring a nigga Biohazard!
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Yo!!! Gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard! (What the Evil Nastee Access?) Mad shit to burn the acids! (So ashes to ashes) raps with the ghetto gats! (And I'm, doin niggaz ruin em showin em my razzamatazz Mainly a Devil rebel, foul) Niggaz know we fuckin wild! (I'm wild!) I'm wild (He's wild) So we's wild! (Capture the rapture!) Come blackness after!
[Sticky Fingaz] I swear to fuckin God I raise Hell and make the white man call me MASTER I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor SO FUCK THE RADIO and close your ears but read my lips I rips and if you eat my words I'll leave your strung like umm (UMM, UMMMHH!!) It was on the tip of my tongue! But now it's stuck in between my throat I can't breath so I lick it Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin a black dick And if it takes the death of me, to make history The whole world will remember my misery I know what I'm tryin to say my words get in the way they render me speechless, ohh Black Jesus I'm cryin inside Couldn't give a FUCK if I live or die cause I'm just a slave who's brave (uh-huh) But fuck pickin cotton, I'd rather see my grave, so I meditated, before I was created And if you prefer sorrow, made me reincarnated Now I'm back rulin MC's but pussy niggaz increase Well then it's just another nigga that, gotta get greased So if you wanna talk shit, in order to avoid a fight Say what the fuck you wanna say, just spell my name right YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH..... mother-FUCKER!
*chorus to fade* Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
