under lock and key I don't want to face the killer instinct Face it in you or me So we keep it under lock and key Lock and key I don't want to silence
the programs and run behind the scene I set the clouds in motion turn up light and sound activate the window and watch the world go 'round -- (
Vertaling: Stormloop. Achter slot en grendel.
programs and run behind the scene I set the clouds in motion turn up light and sound activate the window and watch the world go 'round -- (anything
but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind I had to Shine By any means necessary I had to go out and get it And come back wit it, thug life I
signed me, I was getting out my dream Standing on the shoulders of 20,000 fiends Everytime a n-gga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, 3 letters try and
you've been smokin' and drinkin'? (Maybe so) I've been thinkin' (Huh?) Maybe you come get me (And do what?) Run out of town, then take me home and eat
arms And life could be so wonderful Perfect home and a family 'Cause you are everything to me I'm the lock and you're the key To the world and me tonight
styles like miles and shit Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms Just sendin' chunky rhythms right down ya block We be to rap what key be to lock
my days and legends, since age eleven I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked Runnin' in the rec room and
this game no one advances You made your move and fucked yourself now the devil dances No descriptions 'cuz this was murderers with blocks To run up on their victim and hit 'em and
mama, can you save me? And fuck peace 'Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped And they
tell you bout a nigga name E (name E). Im hittin corners in compton and movin work gettin profit, they tryna stop it but im so low key (low key). They
a door and finds it locked. He unlocks it with a key. When opened, door reveals two fierce eyes in the dark and maybe some roaring and growling. Typewriter
I love my lady Fellas if ya love your girl Fight that appetite for the ladies Appetite for the ladies She got the door locked and the lock don?t fit your key
the mountains shake With laughter as we played Hiding in our corner of the world Then we did the demon dance And rushed to nevermore Threw away the key and locked
that's softin' Curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key Balls havin' seasons, this is a doc trim And I'm locked in, and I made up my mind And
