Where you come from Your flag colors That you're not brown Where you were born Patriotic pride we don't care Hatred inside we don't give a shit Nationalism
should confess who am i to pretend? this is more than i can carry cos everybody burns and when it starts to hurt i cry i hold my head up high i know
murdering a kingpin My composer, a soldier, you can call me one When it's time to ride you know I'm ready to activate my gun Straight head shots, toe
featuring Jadakiss [Intro] (2Pac) Niggas! (Yeah!) (Uh) Niggas! [Verse: 2Pac] Who's afraid of the punk police? Niggas run the streets, no justice no
steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who
dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night, I wanna piss on his head I want his family dead, I want his
act tough and hid what's inside hold your head high gettin' fucked up and throwin' dice as bad as yours and bad enough I'm sure my heart wants to love
don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know
[50 Cent] You can hum all you want to Cum all you want to But I ain't gon' want you If nobody wants you You like the smiles n the dimples on my face BITCH
niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines An old timer schooled me don't burn bridges my
Pussy boy you don't know who you talkin' 'bout!) Shut ya BloodClot Mouth! - Shut ya BloodClot mouth! (Yeah! I'm a SouthSide nigga, niggaz know what I'
[Intro] [scratching] One two, one two For those who do not know, once again For those who do not know, once again (yo, check it yo) [J-Live] Aiyyo it
(they shoot) [Verse: 8 Ball] Whats the worse shit heard A shotgun blast from the back a ya head Niggas don't know who got hit But I know fo sho somebody
who use a mic We do the kinda music the pretty women gone like A sweet smell you know with perfect nails and toes A round cinibun head under them clothes I know
burn then it split your cheek Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X Niggaz want
It ain't no jive I was burning alive Whenever you walk in the room It happened so quickly I was feeling so sickly Like a lover who lost his muse The