Fire for the hills pick up your feet and lets go. Head for the hills pick up steel on your way. And when you find a piece of them in your site, fire at
I be concealed up in my room, knowin' that it could happen I'm just tryin' to maintain because the future is untold Till the static unfolds that the good die young
my stomach growled So I washed the shit down and hit the weight pile The brothers was swole the attitudes was cold I felt the tension on the yard from the young
the corner got his whole head split Told you your a Goner ima leave you dead quick I'm like asa lama lakum left them 6akin dead 6ricc Wooh the kid thuGGed
I'm sharp as Blueray, I fuck her today, Then she gotta skate, Young Lupe, I hit the beat hard, Bobby Bouche I keep them tools on me, Get the screwface, Flowers for the dead
well For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell Will ride you to Hell until you are dead Dead, brother, dead This is a revolution
They should have known that trouble was brewing They should have seen what the old men knew They should have shut us down When the hail fell to the ground
park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers Hollow tip, lead busters there's no Heaven or hell Dead is dead, fuckers and
air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about, so you can hear my message, my confession, someone tell Usher, I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young
left Now she's gone and he's gotta make a change and make it for the better But he's black so he's got one strike against him And he's young plus he
And the men they toil Yet not for their own And the children are hungry And the wheel groans There before a grass hut A young boy stood His mother lay dead
me. And that amnesia is what my medication be. That's that Amsterdam grade A I'm smokin in neverland. So high I'll probably never land. (wayne) muthafuggin psychopath, young money cave men
give love to our die hearted real bitches that stick through they man through the bullshit good lovin and good fuckin all night long, what makes a young
few words on behalf of the leadership Pardon me, boys If I sleep off my pack And sit for a while with you I'd like to explain Why you fine young men
like countesses, empresses, movie stars and queens And they'd come there with men much like me Froggish men
