(Song intro)
(Girl talking)
Yo stop driving crazy!
(Chino)
Shut the fuck up yo! I drive...Yo word is bond i need a sign yo
I'm stopping right here till i get a sign
(Lightning Sounds)
(Chino)
Look at that shit! What's that nigga? Ohh shit yo! I can't believe this...
(Angel Speaks)
Chino my love although many will come before you
trying to be just like you there will never be another you.
You've traveled so far to get here.
Don't allow the world to make you forget why.
Our ancestors are with you, and will lead you.
Never let your mental conquer me
(Chorus)
Never love my enemy
You could never take my history
You could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me
And i'll never return to poverty
Never fooled by satan's jealousy
Until my heaven inherits me...
(verse 1)
I won't lie, some nights i feel like i've been forsaken by God,
victimized, plagarized like Speilberg did Amistad,
He who laughs last laughs best but never again is the montra that I cry...
I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss
clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this
Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill impossibly,
larceny, broken velocity through lightning speed viscosity
My philosophy, speak animosity keep shit in a bag like a colostimy
im pro you're junior varsity,
If twelve angry of you was on MTV
dis my shit i'll hunt down and kill 'em all individually,
I make headlines considerably,
Sorcery with no plea bargain, or glossary,
Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery
You'll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that i've held
rockin' gold like Dennis Leary blasting assasins sent to kill me
feel me, you take notes like court stenography, you better watch me,
I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace
More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability
I'll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery
While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don
I'm extor-tin trying to make all net like Forbes the mega for-tune
Stick that ass in phone booth's, drinking 151 proof,
laughing at that bitch with a gold tooth,
flicking my ashes out of a sunroof
Uncooth industry snotty and shady can't no Bible save me,
From throwing you offmy tour bus like Bobby did Whitney & baby
Get with me? Maybe, but then be hunted
You ain't no killer or gangster smiling
or dancing interviewed by Teen Summit
My multi-topical written flows containing subjects that vary,
but still all relative like West Virginian's before they marry
I blind you in stereo or mono i'm deluxe while you ride econo
out of there, broke like the first host of the Vibe show
Your wives know I fuck like
Marky Mark on Boogie Nights wh
