Chibodee] Lord help us, I ain't getting paid (uh) Deliver me from evil and I sell his devils faith Lets take a closer look at what's really happenin' He wants you to believe that it was all about fightin' And all I try to do is open up america eyes It wasn't about me and D, you gotta realize It's just a smokescreen, my fightas there's a bigger picture I want the streets to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya This credibility is what we here for Then why ain't the hoodlums fightin no more (tell me why) Countries actin' like it's good so they say so Ulube was always gold with no radio Now it's time to turn the prophesy, times up Domon Kasshu gotta die, rise up No choice, the only way we gonna turn this shit around Is put this little bitch in the ground And these gundams, steady going at eachother Do fights with the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just some drama Let 'em slide through then they devide, conquer And every colony got a bunch a house fightas Domon, Rain just a bunch of house pawns Sai Sachi, is for security in your front lobby Better call the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah) Ulube Ishikawa, you fat fuckin' pig I'm holdin you responsable for what this bitch did (kill ya) Cause you call me up, try to cop or plead As far as I'm concerned you both gonna bleed (bitch) Talkin' bout he wanna fight, please Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees You let a girl clown you, how insane is that You let em tongue kiss your wife when you had a fight How you gonna have a fight with no fists Oh don't worry cause when I see you I'm not gonna pull it (blaah) You dyed ya hear black, I'm a make it red How you gonna fight in a gundam when you dead Motherfucka make you pay for that bullshit you talkin' I'm goin' hard in the streets of Manhattan and Just ask Shirl how we ran 'em outta Brooklyn He should have been killed left in the coffin And you better keep my girls out ya fuckin' mouth Before I put a pow in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth Tell Kyoji it ain't safe no more (nah) Domon better watch your back at the candystore We Fucked up, resort to plan B Fuck around she and up like Allenby Biazury (that's right) where's your wife Rain anyway She's on her knees somewhere suckin' George DeSand I know you wishin' you were there cause you on his dick You dress in red, you huggin' up on Argo You closet fag, I'm a king you a little punk You the fightin bitch you the fightin dahlmer The coacher stealer, fightas ain't with ya I'm the fight Hewey, the fightin Hoover, the fightin FDR Don't worry I'm a finish what we started And everybody who wanna scream Wong's name You don't make a difference, you in it for the fame Cause if Wong was livin', he would shoot this bitch alive But I'm a do it for him, if the hood must survive You sleep with 5 hoes, you walk with the govs Better keep the lights on, when they tuck you into bed Cause I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay When Rain set you up you gonna die another day