die? They got a APB, out on my thug family since the Outlawz Run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
with the sweet I know u feel my pain Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane I ain't tryin to preach to ya but I hope you relate Cuz even at a dead
I wait to see your skull vibrate When I bury the hatchet, I hope you catch it, I'll attach it To his focus, when I broke his head in half Feel the wrath
] They got a APB, out on my Thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head
my years hurtin' See these other niggas bustin' raps that ain't workin' I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange Touch my niggas that's broke and hope
El evasion tactics Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit Flippin the same script, I hope
home, kid, word up Hope you can feel this [Chorus] Hope you can feel me (Hope you can feel me) So much pain insii-ii-iide Hope you can hear me I'm crying
closer I know that you feel it your eating off rap, and I hope you choke on your gimmick niggaz said hip hop was dead but Ive awoken the spirit we're
arms of the ill Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore Wanted men, who couldn't see in robbin the law Live or not, I'm one half divide the block And I
times are surely here Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones Divine minds bind, we unified as one Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke
the cars, Eminem [Eminem] Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big Lincoln Till it went over the bridge Jumped out and dove in the ditch Broke in a mobile
snap your throat Bunch of tracks cracking jokes about crack and coke Release the Kraken, Ap is the cracker's last hope Honkey Kong fucking bitches leaving mattresses broke
All of this bullshhh reflecting on me Since I let you get the last words, I'll just keep the pictures Kill-ing my head like I'm half dead Can't stand
oppress them? * We look through one eye hoping the other won't see, That way we only need deal with a half of it. Like bloody ostriches, oblivious,
Drugs oppress the people every day Sellin' dope, servin' weed we had to hustle to hustle just to eat Ain't no hope in the streets, you broke you sell
find a bullet in they chest Put ta rest by a brotha who was hopeless Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity How many pistols smoking coming from a broken
world) I hope you know that one of us gon' die (It's my world) It won't be me cus I was born to rise (Yo, It's my world) So when the war I hope you on