I'm still here You're in the right Everybody knows I tried You tried Your eyes open up Inside your fine Tell me your in charge Back like the old days Tell me your
ain't stopping till my clip is empty I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with, fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga Lay your
the giants, starts september, Red october preps the cobra. I coil the sun, snake oil I drum, stick grease up my grill y'all I'm formula one. Crack a hole in your helmet, your
Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin' no end to revenge Fuck any, my alias Mussolini They call me Idi, from the side of seedy Young nigga greedy, so I'm runnin
you run on home now and you tell your mom To go ahead and fix up your daddy's room Cause I've got the strangest feeling That your daddy just might be
ain't stopping till my clip is empty I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with Fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga Lay your
don?t know) I see the whole world turn into a war zone (What?) Ain?t no love in the city keep your vest on (That right) Guns ?N Roses, 'Welcome To The Jungle' On the flip side
to collide While passengers sleep thinking God's on their side Terra Titanic you're lost to the sea S.O.S. if you can Straight ahead lies your destiny
bystander waving your flag in mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life
silent. As we seated & were darkened The Voice continued: "The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru & thru. You've seen your birth, your
like a mime and let the chance pass by Back of my mind, he could change your life With all these beats I did, at least let him hear At least you can brag to your
Lookin' for some ladies and some young men To run the race and endure to the very end No turnin' back, no quittin' if you're gonna win Your mark, get
' Till my clip is empty, I'm simply Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, gun smokin', still locin' what nigga, lay your
a mom Let the chance pass by Back of my mind he could change your life With all these beats I did atleast let him hear it Atleast you could brag to your
