One, two. Check, one, two. One, two, who got more style, the son do. {*rewind*}. One, two. Check, one, two. One, two, who got more style, the son do. Check, one, two.
There's a soldier here today. But she don't bear steel in anywhere. She's like a bow. Seeking a wooden arrow. Pointing the way to love. We all know how we can hate.
Real fright's the story of a maddening darkness,. It leaves your hands and your face real tight,. Your mind starts to wander while your body starts shaking,.
Pegs of people line the street. A ball and chain around their feet. Waitin' for a weekend treat. But Easy Rider's got 'em all beat 'cause. . [Chorus].
Yo, everybody lookin' at me like I'm 'bout to drop. Some real fucked up, dissin' black people shit. Just gone give it here, check it out. . Man, it's some cold-hearted shit you doin' dawg.