Intro: Bushwick Bill

Yes, it is I says me

and all who agree

are more than three

cause they are we

(laughter)

Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure

Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men

Who knows what evil lurks within them

But lets take a travel down the blindside

And see what we find on this...

Path...

Called...

Verse One: Kurupt

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit

I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits

The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal

Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refill

I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone

I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit

Niggaz can't fuck with

So remember I go hardcore, and slam

Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme

So any nigga that claim they bossin

What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson

Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good

Slangin on things like a real O.G. should

I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so

When you're slippin, I slip the clip in

But ain't no set-tripppin

Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia

Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya

Ain't nathin but a buster

I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers

Now you know you're outdone

Feel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block one

Verse Two: RBX

No prevention from this mention of sorts

Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts

No extensions, all attempts are to fail

Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile

From the lunatic, I death like arsenic

When I kick up wicked raps

That the grain will hit the scratch

With treachery, my literary form will blast

And totally surpass the norm

Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms

When I'm vexed, I fly leg nec