my hands like an Iraqi hostage Let niggas take shots at me no response I just flip and pop my collar like the fons You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step
the beats that bump We just smash if you ain't got weight Too small too skinny to rock around many I got plenty take em all takin many sides Turn back
just smash if you ain't got weight Too small too skinny to rock around many, I got plenty Take em all takin many sides Turn back loose surprise Soopafly
nigga we don't give a what? Outlawz, remember we hit 'em up How many muthafuckas here Gonna show no fear? When there's death in the air My man, I seen too many
I just brung you A style, that phony MC's were too young to Digest, when I manifest, you adolescent So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson And this one
John McClain now Snake vs the crane style death to the enemy Wu brother number one the centipede Trouble some, send 'em all to kingdom come Sun still shine one
loose, get loose, Method Man get loose What the world gonna do when my dogs get loose? (Blaze one, blaze one) Blaze one, blaze one Blaze, blaze, blaze one
anyone whoever lost one Survival it may cost one To anyone whoever lost one Survival it may cost one Yo, what up kid it's been a few years So many
would you touch a little girl for man? Not even two years old, can't even talk And that's just one Wonder how many other kids around the world get treated like that too
one trust [Wayne] Retaliation a must [Lil' Wayne] Ah ah Don't run yo' mouth enough for you to get back in me My gun clap ?? start spinnin' and take many
Now when your young death can make you aware of your mortality, Yet times we feel invicible, lose site of reality, until it takes a loved one residing
At night I cover my ears in tears The man downstairs must have drank too many beers But one day you'll pay Doomed to this kid that you fueled with anger
bitch There's many bitches that's fine as fuck Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked? (Say what?) Them pretty bitches that like to suck No telling, tell me how many
clothes Many times I got drove by niggas in front of hoes You know how it be dog, you ain't been ballin' all your life You was 'round dat bitch, still
see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too
(Uh-Huh) Mase too smooth, call me debonair hits every year, so shake your derriere (C'mon) cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair what a brother, too
rest because of gamin' little pests Will step and try to test me with the same ol' thing I wish it would stop but more than likely it will not 'Cause too many
stay alive Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we, will survive No matter what Still, we, will survive No matter what Still