shit had to start Out with my crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two punks died All casualities appiled to their side
tha gold thangs Bounce to the spot, check my crap Wash, wax, straight on fat The bass on heat every time I ride A long haired bitch on the passenger side
go to all the parties just to rock the house? (Word man, I remember those good days well) Why chill out, man, 'cause I got a story to tell About five
my little brother Said, "You high as hell man" Apocalypse, one, two the headlines youths just rolled through Apocalypse, three, four soldier, a hundred horsemen at your door Apocalypse, five
Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when
And kiss them when they cried. WOMAN FOUR Did you see them lying side by side? WOMAN FIVE Who will wake them? WOMAN SIX No one ever will. WOMAN TWO
case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head,
He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it I set out North I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side
off their homelands and slaughtered in the name of Jesus. Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized, just to be shot and scalped on the other side
off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road
inside Grady Tagged with an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank) I took two swiggs outts my deuce-deuce, old E Now Stephen K-I-N-G had the story all wrong Blood last five
the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story about this burglar
me at the top smilin', he shoulda stopped wildin' Now could you picture me tryin' to finish him off? See why I pictured me on this side of the law High
almost got wiped out on the wave, Thought 11 was tsunami For the prices of the yay (Fuck The City Up) The hustlas, they know the saga of the story (I Know The Story
to all the parties just to rock the house Word man I remember those good days well Well chill out man cause I got a story to tell About five years ago
down the stairs And me at the top smilin', he shoulda stopped wildin' Now could you picture me tryin' to finish him off? See why I pictured me on this side
trigger nigga, do the damn thing Letcha GUNZ GO BANG, Letcha GUNZ GO BANG Anybody can get it, thats all im sayin [Verse-Young Buck] Two Fo-Five's, tattood on my side