's one o'clock A wolf is howling on the distant rock It's time for the silent slaves Waking up to open their graves One, two, three and four Grave by
he?d put a knife in me in that dusty parking lot Everybody said what a shame it was But he knew better than staying out past twelve o?clock Some people
Catching a flight from L.A It's been three weeks I've seen your face Touching down, at a quarter past 3 Lucky you, you must be home, asleep I wait for
a lie, get down on your knees Please, give up the mic to MC's Masters of the ceremony, is what we be I was walkin' down the street about three o'clock
Verse 1: Jack would stand one Foot in front of the Other foot and then Lick his lips again The train came past about Three o'clock or so His mother told
a Bentley and a Magine The girls just die when I'm ridin' past Live life like I'm sellin' pies Arabian with two or three wives Two or three houses to
stay in bed with me eat candy bars and watch tv now my dear, it's after four can't get enough, so gimme more five o'clock is already past darkness is
I'm alright now It's six o'clock in the morning And I've been off since a quarter to three I've been a-thinking about the past A-bringing back sweet
forget it 'Cause I got moves to bake, no time to be fake Bad enough gotta watch out for a snake called Jake Money nonstop, kept in the hush At twelve o'clock
're three more brothers, I mean street brothers Now wearin' my dyes 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past
my 'dro hidin' I keep them hookers holdin' my fort, and keep a low vibe I heard the feds hate me 'cuz I'm so live From five o'clock to four oh five sellin
hands So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands It's eleven o'clock and you're already
all the fellas go to work And the ladies make it twurk [VERSE 1:] If you came to get it crunk clap your hands It's eleven o'clock and You're already
and sleepless night / I thought upon the jury's plight If what is wrong can feel so right / then life's no longer black and white It's four o'clock and
hop use me innovate your thirst I'm bright like the sun with the flavor ready to burst I run with two in this rap game three including moi mabye three
They had him parallel with a tattered glory division (I could devil drink dreams out of thermos) Yeah, with a whiskey afterburn It's like, nine o'clock
' that's what you do when you're assin' Whether it be you or all up in your past and Cashin', you turned your people corrupt It's six o'clock, girl, you