the odds With the lifesblood on our hands Facing up, no turning back Our way is made toward the top Climbing high and smiling back A roar is the
Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your
the average though Jet you through the fast lane drop ya on death row 'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life ain't so lovely On the blood-soaked
to the Pulse of the rhyme flow A pool of blood and floating body parts would make me grin A close view of a razor when it's breaking skin If you were
Tyga and Jay Sean:- A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night
the Pharaoh Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still shermed out Court's adjourned, court's adjourned, rest and burn
stop, drop P's to the SCT's and double glock, pop, pop Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin
nigga step up, get shut down You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town Arrest me on the rebound It's the
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 on my clothes, and I'll
bitch niggas And terrorize, and I could see it in they eyes I capitalize, when it's down to krunch time, it's krunch time [verse 2] [k.b.] Hoe's phase
ghetto, deep in weed, sweat in Jelly Nose worrey eyes, you either do it or you die crimin' in flood, ridin' your blood, cause this is your life... [Chorus
Blood rains down across the tundra Ice flows through my veins As my life drains Northern bound, my dogs are dying But I still know That nothing is impossible
, just one more step To the family, friends, whole life is set We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more step Yo, living my life, what's
rogues or blues The street movement, that I move wit "Hurri"s the "cane" like Miami U Ya niggaz foolin', whatcha doin Obviously, you ain't got a clue It's
really raw AK's you can't tuck it, thats really raw Watching porno's on the iPad, thats really raw Lamourghini's with the wide baggage, really raw [Tyga] It's
that my boo goin' through convulsions Imagine my mind, state and emotions Hell, my mom's goin' though it with my step pops He got cancer in his lungs and his chest's
about the fact that the black is constantly held back Like 50 tracks back in a relay race and the white team's ahead so let's keep up the pace
fears. It?s the music that makes the confusion become clear. It?s the music that I live, these 18 years. It?s the music I give my blood, sweat, and tears
