I wrestled that angel And found that I?m not strong enough to win I wrestled the demon on my shoulder And found my strength was caving in, was caving
them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them On
thinking?) My friends all stare at me whenever I get a call Well, everybody (everybody) Everybody (everybody) Everybody in the world really hates my ringtone When my phone goes off at
let me get off my rock, home slice Time was just not on my side Hour after hour it was a long ride Thinking how I got in so deep My lollipop shop just
Bronx Streets of state in Island Wherever you see em they slither Whoever fearsome shit check it out It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder Said
any good at all So I said I'd marry, join the fucking navy and went to sea In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair I'm not in the
whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them On
my skill Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS And then my
Martin The youngest of all the three That he should turn robber all on the salt sea Salt sea, the salt sea For to maintain his two brothers and he They
shout does is make you lose your voice So on the dock I sit in silence Staring at a sea that's full of violence Scared to put my line in that water '
Hey (Down on it) Say baby, what you waitin' on? For you, huh, ain't no other fish in the sea What you waitin' on? Acknowledge me Acknowledge me, don
your own But brother, but brother, but brother, check this out I still don't understand, man, I'm all high off this shit, man Well, what I'm trying to say my brother
my real live Souljahz at? (Right here) Where all my hip hop Souljahz at? (Right here) Where my true Souljahz at? (Right here) Where you at? (Right here) Where you at
, so you wanna be on the top? Arresting and shooting all the kids on the block Incarcerate the youth of the next generation And you get the high fives at
down on the salt sea. The lots they fell on Andrew, fourteen, The youngest of those brothers three, That he should go robbing down on the salt sea To
to my thoughts, tryin' to get I keep it hooked up, but not the great white hope Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope Sea shells, sea
that blasphemy in here Makaveli, the new breed and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me, remember what my pops told me My family
