Back on the streets again Ready for the action Our wear is very casual Don't wanna draw any attention Looking for opponents Hiding from the sirens The
club is in my veins Morals and values of the crazy minds The outsider is the society We tear it off the ground Hey, hey, join the club of monstrous action
Wanna have some lovely fun with me Talking bullocks and ignore reality Never cool, always highest temperament Shouting loud and never be silent Psycho
I am in the dark Cold like steel No one to talk to Nothing to see In the mist are a thousand creatures Hounding me, never free Eaten alive in my own
Party like a devil in delirium Run like a maniac to strike Stripping off and wander Fast like a thunder It's time to celebrate the feast of crime No
My father is jobless and my mom has passed away Sister a whore and my brother in jail Always out of cash and got nothing to eat Where I come from is
Now can you clap for the killers? Give it up for them gangsters One time for the killers, double up for them gangsters Well, I wrote this for criminals
ready for them I'm the hardest, I'ma deadly poet, so I'm heated heavy for it Why you lookin' for me *** what yo' lookin'? Ask Meet me in the club, all
for: now when they came they had they pants on--we beat bitches up out their britches to show 'em how to tear up a club when they be fuckin' with the
, my buddy Me and you, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and you, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and you Who can fade it, two assassins
' So what you gonna do when the blood is gushin'? You're playin' Roulette without the Russian The stakes are high, can you feel the pressure? Lookin' at the club
artists And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme A brand new style, ruthless and wild Runnin' around, spendin' money havin' fun 'Cause even then, I'm still #1 Soul Assassin
Let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms Shoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes Everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club
I'm a revolutionary antagonist Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music out of love Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs
down for murder Roll deep, walk in restaurant, pull you out your seat Take you out back, crack back, till task complete Beat to death, assassins disguised
[Chorus: LL Cool J] We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub We can chill up in the VIP You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs
close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up) This the face off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the charm (Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club
like how I'm livin'? Well, fuck you Nostradamus style, make every line come through Don't make me spit, predict your last action Last man standing, last man laughin' Assassin