the reasons Why we do the things we had to to To the day where we werea?¦ Prove me wrong and do what you do Oh. Well I hope you can Find it in you to
the reasons Why we do the things we had to to To the day where we were: Prove me wrong and do what you do Oh. Well I hope you can Find it in you to
for it I be doin' right but Im being punished on earth for it, what else can I do, to make an honest livin seem like whatever I do will get me up in
love, 'less it's coming from the heaven up above My hatred being written in blood, hate [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:] It ain't no telling if a nigga make it, I
for it I be doin' right but Im being punished on earth for it, what else can I do, to make an honest livin seem like whatever I do will get me up in prison
there, anticipated my fall I cry still on death field, but I can ball and stood tall Now Miss Dameanor live lavage, went from broke to hood rich Plan to live
homicide from haters, but my homies didn't even spill rounds Fuck y'all, I hate you motherfuckers to death Remember times, when I stopped niggas from clutching your chest I live
it y'all gotta run that bullet proof want stop it none [Verse 3-Z Ro] If somebody gotta problem with me come and address it if the shoe fits it then
operatin to save you It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it Shit basically
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
were In front of the parkin lot I'm murderin niggas that point to shoot it If it ain't black owned than we loot it Burn this bitch down, let's do it
good mothers from the birth Of our children, no time for sleepin Teach em to fight and win for the right reason It's your time, it's your life, live it
It seems like lately time be beatin' my ass, Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime, It's like my mind is on a tredmill, I'
it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to The darkness from
death was a grave mistake How many deaths do we really calculate? Isn't it true, Lord Tragedies happen when you're bored? Happiness is temporary Believe me, I know It
Something earned without begging Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me Who do you think you are? What more do you want from me?! Ball Tongue
mind dont play like this (naw), But I'm prepared for it Got a lil rare for it Brushed off my airs Even cut my hair for it Cause normally I dont care for it
