they could check the date on a dime from satellites I move like Coltrane, pushin a blue tray Rakaa's my name, style Fatal like Hussein Wit Planet Asia
the tank have niggas fight on who gone shoot you Big Ed is a captain atain hut sloute carry on as you were gettin' rowdy with the tank dawg troops [
No magistrate can legislate Peace and love and hope No song can end or sermon mend The fatal flaws in our souls Pen and paper, Whitehouse won Will
Power 106 ready like cowards who knew shits heavy, get ready for the second comin up that niggas summoned ~ by God got niggas poppin out they tanks and
Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga what? Im a Tank Dogg These niggaz is
re unequal to the sounds of my ratio My strength is mental universal power For the hour I will rain like a shower Nucleon, cause you be on, fatal More
up for ransom Without disturbing their high tea But their getaway was shaky They stalled in the Riyadh streets Cause you can't make it very far When your tank
Berzerk While waiting My life will boil To struggle is useless (Solo: Rob Barrett) Plunge Fatal Paradise Of the obscene (Solo: Pat O'Brien) Enter the tank
mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga what? Im a Tank Dogg These niggaz is just
parade, Cuz I could kick it for many days in many hardcore different ways, Murder emcees in different ways, no specific phrase, Blaxuede, rhymes shine with fatal
Gone Berzerk While waiting My life will boil To struggle is useless (Solo: Rob Barrett) Plunge Fatal Paradise Of the obscene (Solo: Pat O'Brien) Enter the tank
ich geh nie wieder ohne danke zu sagen grund ich steh auf schienen vor ner schranke im wagen und frag mich gerade wo gehts hier zu ner tanke und warum
could check the date on a dime from satellites I move like Coltrane, pushin a blue tray Rakaa's my name, style Fatal like Hussein Wit Planet Asia, Defari
Haters run like track Intimidated to bust back They would bow down, we throwin down, thats how we react Get thank, gonna stop the tank Kane & Abel bout
the lex with the black tint I told em bust if you see a motherfucker flinch I guess them busters wanna see if the tank real They wasn't satisfied when
Tonight I'm going out with the dead. I got a little rendezvous on my deathbed. Had a fatal embrace, a cardia-caress. But I was blessed with the final
start clicking I did a job, I had to rob the mob All their asses died cause they can't squab Terrorist style, battle to the very end So many fatal weapons