you're dead You'll be held up to right When you've known it from wrong All along secret society was wrong As long as it's a secret We're not safe And
[Verse One: Keith Murray] Haaah! (wooooooo!) Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit? (
[Verse One: Keith Murray] Haaah! (wooooooo!) Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit
customs, secret compartments Spit that mobster god shit, crime squad shit Cock back with ease and squeeze on my targets Can't be destroyed by plague or epidemic Cripple any society
