it would be to see Every man, woman and child flow in harmony But it's so hard in these gritty streets of New Yiggy And every state infested with cobras
me, he could resurrect I'm that nigga like Puff in L-O-X I took one L and life is still Double X Brick City where I bleed on the streets at The E's
on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap Yo, what the fuck happened? It was a set up to get wet up Starks your bleeding Nah, his blood
me hold it down and levitate my mind state From Florida to Washington, from Cali to Maine From a state of frustration that'll make you complain To a state
' like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smokin' trees Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me Watchin' niggas catch strays, shake, choke an' bleed
binge With her bitter attitude just 'cause she's sick of men But I'ma keep on callin', fightin' 'til the end On my knees 'til they bleed, to prove my
like a bitch Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan? Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue Only the strong survive and weak niggas bleed And
annoy us We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus And the Street Lords and truly yours Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust Bleed for the streets love the war My nose bleeds
back, lean back, lean back, lean back" Yo yo yo yo, it's deja vu And the day y'all do (Wus up) It'll be the day y'all bleed Wrist minus 80 degrees King
sayin' on the records real Yeah, you motherfuckin' right kid you know the deal My Mobb is infamous just like the fuckin' title read You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Mr. President with all due respect I wish we could have a conversation I would take a trip done to your residence So we could talk about the state
And there is gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with Money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas On the floor bleeding
got to do that shit, keepin' it real nigga or what? Keepin' it real How old are you nigga? I'm eleven 'Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state
the devil look around and it be no N9na they say i lead em to evil like i was jimmy jones and feedin the people when i bleed in the steeple the reason
shit is gettin' life threatenin' I can't calm my nerves Without talkin' to Smith and Wesson These trauma's of life Leave me stuck in the daze Am I the outbreed Just because my mind state
then dirt I slither like snakes But human skin blends like chameleons Yall look again 'cause sometimes when you see you don't Jumps through your head you wont Wanna see me in this state
fuckaz got my mind in the zone So I pop wit' the chrome And I'm born to be heartless and regardless I'm in the wrong state of mind, I'm high I'm wyped
like ha, ha, ha Na, na, na, want to talk, shots speak ra, ra, ra Crib is like Mardi Gras, no beads, grow weed Court case, courtside, nigga in the nose bleeds