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[Intro: you-God]Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (fucka!)That's why... (oh! Muthafuckas!)Mmm-mmm-mmm, it's gangsta, niggaIt's potent (Uh, Six Mill) East coastin', try to hide..[Chorus: you-God]All the pain insideI had to face it that one day I'm gonna dieThat's why I try to keep my head up towards the skySit back and watch, let me take you on a rideUh, natural high..[U-God]Yo, yo, make it rain again, spit flame againNow, watch how I'm aimin' 'em, my bare hands is stranglin'Time to bang again, camera shots anglin'That's right I got your head piece danglin'Mic's is tanglin', toast champagne againCoast to coast now, join the campaign againI fuck more women than Wilt ChamberlainIt's, you-God, yeah he Back in the Game againI'm titanium, mixed with uraniumCrack craniums, no tamin' himLive at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah)Many men, you're afraid of himSongtexteOnce they weighed him in, he flushed money down the drain againTouched vein again, rocks I'm slangin' 'emCops can't finger him, SWAT can't bring him inNew millennium, we came to win[Chorus][Black Ice]I move in silence, and let guns go to my enemiesBud smoke and Hennessy, the remedy and toke is violentMuch slugs longer than Mini MeCross me, I lay down every one in your vicinityKeep a fifty cali' or line me in the Akademiks jeansIf I catch a homi', somebody probably run and snitched on meRats, runnin' round talkin' this and thatSome white chicks I spit til your wigs sit backI grind these cracks, 'cause I need cashG stacks, I lay my game down flat like a Chinese assYou heard me? Bitches want to observe me, learn meMy mission is gettin' Ritz like Jersey, chips for attorney'sCommissary for niggaz that's in the pen thirstyA big truck, your trick hypnotize by the twirliesIt's Ice, from Shaolin to Crenshaw, dirtyLuv Allah, dump a clip off, at the BX, early[Chorus][Letha Face]Why ... the angels came down and pushed the devil in the dirtJerked the memory exist on the iron-on T-shirtPythons squeeze til your face turns purpleIt's a race to murder you and I'm jumpin' the gunDump and run, the long nose cuttin' the soldier's tongueYour nervous from the burners I'm squeezin'Without a learner's permit, to carryThe calico stays concealed, if revealeadI must spray this clip through your windshield, it's reaMy whole team reigns supreme, the infrared tech beamsOn my next swing, the heavy chainDeadly but steady aim, I cry "tears of the sun"That'll burn the iron hot, as I'm piercin' through your lungsIt's strung by my drug dealer's dosesFerocious slang that'll bang up your brains in roller coastersPosters in the background ready to clap roundsAnd empty up whole magazines up to the last round[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania