11: 55 — текст песни (Mc Ren)

Because we got the streets suckas

Can you dig it? ? ?

I wanna get right to the point

Hes here

"hes unique, hes unconquerable."



(repeated)

Mc ren, mc ren is a killa of the crafted men



Twas the night before the ball struck

And all the snakes was outta sight

And of all those cat hangs

And all the solutions

Now its like do or die

So salute to the battle cry

And all the real niggaz

Step up to the frontline

You dont want two scoops of fruit loops

For the real troops

cause its about a quarter to midnight

15 ticks to catch 15 licks in the fizzot

Who lettin the heads get chopped and mack 10s pop pop

For all those too slow for the tempo of tizzongue

Because all those who cant hang get hung

And those who cant take charge get dault

So come and walk, coming strong

Coming long, cause we been down for too damn long

And not a soldier, a soldier

Nigga I thought somebody was older

cause the days of bein a slave livin in the grave is over

Aint no more that shall overcome cause we been overcame

So Im packin quips full of golds for all you gs trapped in shame

Listen to the sound of the midnight poker chain

Livin in an underground railroad

Takin aim and set to cause much pain

So hitch a ride on the midnight trizzain

One million ways to die

So devil dont even try

Im packed, ready and willin to get a government killa

So welcome to the land of the drive by