[Ives]. Somebody said that there was bud here. I'm kinda broke so I hope they're spreadin love here. You know that if I had some herbals you know that I would share.
Chorus 2X. This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack. Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's back. With the type of stuff they bumpin six-duce's and Cadillac's.
I once heard a man say 'Now hey what be your fate?'. Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints. Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle wound.
[Kemo]. Looks complicated, huh, but when the sound comes. Significant percussion feel rush crush the round drum. And keep in tempo with the cries of the Ancient.
Now here's a little city that's about 3 miles. Outside of everybody's outskirts and principal. This here's a place where all our minds get spent. Self-destruction meet a quota take a trip get bent.