In the meanwhile I main to keepin' my mind on my money And no, this shit that we spit ain't funny Especially when you hungry, nigga With no hustle, nigga, to get them
my family on the outside, Cause they wont except my phone calls, After a couple years of shedding tears, My heart is stone hard, believe im ready for war with own God
man Where you at? I'm out here in South Park Village Stay right there, I'll be right on C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main Jay called up
kings Cover them and him Voice of the Swarm We follow we fall Kneel for priests Some wail at walls Flag on a match head God or the law And they'll all
we fight for freedom If it ain't about oil than we don't need them, ain't that the truth? Pitbull, I'm just tell y'all the way I fell Thank God that God
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers with crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin God
c'mon B.I.G. motherFUCKERS B.I.G., motherFUCKERS Two thou', B.I.G. motherFUCKERS ??, two thou', motherFUCKERS ??, B.I.G. motherFUCKERS B.I.G. at war,
) Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas Some cold hearted shit (Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted) I never trusted them bustas And it's them
don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin' and stuff They on some old Las Vegas bullshit, they move too much, man I can't take them fools seriously
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin' niggaz step up front right now It's goin' down One love to Long Island
for a black God Where people fix cars and clap hard And look to the stars for rap jobs I walk through the black fog with reflectors on my boots Smelling war
cruck is spilling over, caz my body's growing and the holy spirits flowing, talk and foreign tongue as my God is steady glowing, he?s crazy man, and I
now" [It's on]"As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with" [It's time to yall get it]"Thank god he blew breath in my lungs" [The god has returned]"I was destined
moinen työ. [English translation:] [A VILLAGE AWAY] [1] Long ago a village away there were born two sons, two heirs of the god of war dressed
the time, word, yo man, that's you man Yo peace, Rae, peace God (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) Whassup baby? God damn, look at you, man Damn God
bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only
those little false gods, end the war And make peace it's up to you (Sing it now) Boy, tell the world Ah, they're going to quarrel now Boy, tell them
my plan unfurl I mean team same name, never change My ammo is the demo competition on the mic War games War games War games War games War games War games
