Whole Lotta Love Goin On In The Middle Of Hell

Whole lotta love goin' on

In da middle of what?

Say what?What's goin' on?

I leave 'em home alone

Dey turned into danger zones

Studio shootouts, leavin' no doubt

In da eyes of the wise

And not for other guys

Fantasize an' gettin' nat rep

Makin' you move

While they disturb the groove

Now the party's over, oops

Outta time

Yo, my brother, can you spare a crime?

Some wanna take me out

I even call 'em my own(Can't we all just get along?)

Rap iz a contact sport

Can I get support?

When I hum to da maximum

What I talk is straight

From da sidewalk strong

The velt New

York112 beatz a minute

An' I'm flowin' in it

Have no mercy

To da ones that curse me

And when I'm in da paint

The feudin' might be over

But the fussin' ain't

Some hate the way

I say 'em'

Cause I clock 'em like

Zo to da A

MBeginnin' of an end of an error

Incredible shrinkin' race

Fiend without a face

Still got love for 'em

But some ain't got no love

For the rest of us

So my boys get iller than

IllinoisReturn to da noise

I'd rather fall off

Than fall victim of crime

And a low percentage rhyme

If I go down they ain't goin' wit me

So ya'll come get me, come on

Come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on