"Northstar" [x8]



[Christ Bearer]

I keep hearin footsteps in the dark

and Killah-Killah-Killah-Killah in the F-Sharp

Christ Bearer the monarch, a West Coast hip-hop shark

You motherfuckin mark, I coerce and nurse the universe

Emmerse the megahertz from a mega to the first

I rule the world like my name is Love

Then knock your ass out, Iron-Fist, velvet gloved

and with the ill gotten game, a Thunderbird to the night train

I go Kurt Cobain, I contemplate the game sippin Vodka, fame

In a chain, a hurricane, on Memory Lane

I'm makin money now, bitch, 'Bling, Bling'

It's Shallah Ameen, gettin rich with Rakeem

I rock the khakis with the crease and smoke the hashish

with Maurice, that's shield in the leafs

Christbearer be a true artiste

On my momma, my two nephews and my niece



[Chorus x3: Christ Bearer (Meko the Pharaoh)]

Cruisin' down the street in my 64 (Impala)

Talkin' to bitches (yeah) Clockin' the ho's (4 sho)



[Meko the Pharaoh]

Just under one of them days

When the Sun beams down on a hot L.B. pave'

With the temperatures that reach the mid-90's

Police always grimy, my niggaz stay grindin'

And we'll pull the trigger, off of water of liquor

'Til you feel ya body shiver, remember

These niggaz don't play no games

They make the West Coast shuffle with the big ol' flames

Ask my nigga Doc. Doom, they cock the big ol' cannons, that really go boom

Leave a nigga face-down in the dirt

Police lookin' for they brain, all over the Earth

And that's just the meth'

It really don't make a difference, even if you wear a vest

Niggaz head-huntin' nowadays, floatin' through the West

Runnin' up with 12-gauges, semi-auto Tec's

Hollering, "Break yo'self, come out yo' shit"

While you feelin' hopeless with all that grip

Cuz the Boyz in the Hood is really a Menace

While some niggaz joke like it's really a gimmick



[Chorus x3]



"NorthStar" [x6]