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 York



112 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 AM



Beginnin' 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 Illinois



Return 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