, if I live it, And I'm calling the shots now, I'm the boss man got the whole wideworld in my hand, I'm at the top now, and i did it my way, told them
I can rest 'Cause even though I'm blessed in my flesh It all came down to a test A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest Now I'm caught
I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Tryin' to put my life back together right
, I'd love to open your chest up I've got no concept of life or death Placin' my hands on your neck All I want is your last breath Give me a motherfuckin
how lucky I am I could?ve been dead I could?ve been gone I guess I am blessed, look at where I came from Hook: Stand up now Hands up now Look at me
like infared I live my life so to die, I ain't never scared And when I drop, I'm not gon flop, I'm no Andre Ware I can't see you haters, guess my vision
it flass to the sea and your fear can't find .. each from my hand. i sacrifice my life to give you my life to speakers, tryna be good even know I've
been Been hoping that you'd drop in So very nice I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice My mother will start to worry Beautiful, what's your hurry? My father
strong I will be your father figure Put your tiny hand in mine I will be your preacher teacher Anything you have in mind I will be your father figure
? cuz I don?t cuz I don?t, I don?t, I don?t, I don?t?, naw baby, baby (2x) cuz I don?t wanna... {Verse 1}: I know what your father did to your mother
nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two I believe in you, believe in yourself
my niggaz My momma said, boy if you ever wanna be anything Get off the couch and out my house, use your brain So I took heed and I jumped right up on my
last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga
click pow, hananana click clack on all yall/ i got my chrome protect my dome, plus my mask n my mic/ i got my own version called the ghetto passion of
the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep in the leaves I'm alone
your bed, cuz I dont want your blood on my hands That's not in my plan, to unstrap it and murda ya man, I murda ya man And I go home and got your blood
burnin your bed, 'cause I dont want your blood on my hands Thats not in my plan, to unstrap it and murda ya man, I murda ya man And i go home and got