Intro: Bushwick Bill



Yes, It Is I Says Me

And All Who Agree

Are More Than Three

Cause They Are We

(laughter)

Yes, Yo!, I'm In The House Now For Sure

Because I Wanna Talk About The Hearts Of Men

Who Knows What Evil Lurks Within Them

But Lets Take A Travel Down The Blindside

And See What We Find On This...

Path...

Called...



Verse One: Kurupt



Stranded On Death Row, So Duck When I Swing My Shit

I Get Rugged Like Rawhead Rex With Fat Tracks That Fits

The Gangsta Type, What I Recite's Kinda Lethal

Niggaz Know, The Flow That I Kick, There's No Refill

I'm Murderin Niggaz, Yo, And Maybe Because Of The Tone

I Kicks My Grip, The Mic And Kick Shit

Niggaz Can't Fuck With

So Remember I Go Hardcore, And Slam

Nuff Respect Like A Sensei, Ba-bash Like Van Damme

So Any Nigga That Claim They Bossin

What Don't You Bring Your Ass On Over To Crenshaw And Slauson

Take A Walk Through The Hood, And We Up To No Good

Slangin On Things Like A Real O.G. Should

I'm Stackin And Mackin And Packin A Ten So

When You're Slippin, I Slip The Clip In

But Ain't No Set-tripppin

Cause It's Death Row, Rollin Like The Mafia

Think About Whoopin Some Ass, But What The Fuck Stoppin Ya

Ain't Nathin But A Buster

I'm Stranded On Death Row For Pumpin Slugs In Motherfuckers

Now You Know You're Outdone

Feel The Shotgun, Korrupt Inmate Cell Block One



Verse Two: RBX



No Prevention From This Mention Of Sorts

Your're A Victim, From My Driveby Of Thoughts

No Extensions, All Attempts Are To Fail

Blinded By The Light, It's Time You Learn Braile

From The Lunatic, I Death Like Arsenic

When I Kick Up Wicked Raps

That The Grain Will Hit The Scratch

With Treachery, My Literary Form Will Blast

And Totally Surpass The Norm

Not A Storm, Plural, Make It, Many Storms

When I'm Vexed, I Fly Leg Nec