[bad word]  Thea] 
Creep, creep, creep 
Catch them while they sleep 
Empty every shell from your clip 
Knock them off their feet 

[Crisis] 
These streets that we maneuver through, ain't nothing you familiar too 
Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral 
Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' 
Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling 
Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret 
Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya 
Off whiskey, pop up and bong that [bad word] like Bob Digi 
Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently 
One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot 
That's why some keep they [bad word] on safety, others keep they hammers [bad word] 
Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole 
And if a [bad word] ready to retire, we retiring his soul 
 [bad word]  

[Christbearer] 
Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day) 
Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way 
couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K 
And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A. 
When Track died, Mack cried 
Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide 
I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon 
Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June 
The city's full of Crips 
AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach) 
Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips 
If any, not many, academic scholarships 

[Doc Doom] 
Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission 
With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton 
Got a [bad word] addiction, pop pills with no prescription 
Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions  [bad word]  I'm the one the West is really missing 
Your [bad word] is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence 
The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions 
Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman 
 [bad word]  
 [bad word] II: Thea] 
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze 
Make them Swiss cheese 
Empty every shell from your clip 
Knock them off their feet 

[RZA] 
You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out 
Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out 
Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out 
Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out 
In a big body [bad word]  my hair, knotty as a f**k 
Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the [bad word] 
Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business 
All you suckas, get the scissors 
You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland 
I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman 
Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman 
You suckas is useless like old New York tokens 
Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed 
You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed 
Make your [bad word]  [bad word] your frame [bad word] 
MC's tremble when they hear the name of us 
Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys 
The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee 
No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me 
King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy 

[Monk] [bad word] s where you can find me in the hood, so grimy [bad word] laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me 
Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow [bad word] Monk, kill a track at any, tempo 
It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments  [bad word] them busters, blockade they apartment 
It's over, foreclosure, your [bad word] is shut down 
Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound 
 [bad word]  
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