a child? whatever your reason is you don't reflect your anger on your kids... -born to suffer... abused... born to suffer... tourtured... born to suffer... beaten... born to suffer
me through my trials in this life of crime We divorced so many times I forgot to count I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house Remember back
them Bone niggas' rebels. Playa!... Yeah!... Nigga! [Chorus] [Krayzie Bone:] They don't wanna see me shine! Everybody wanna sound like Bone though come back
see you! Tell me what you gon' do I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top We never
heard from the mall The magic finally happen with my back against the wall Now it's mail on sunday and r.o.o.t.s hit the mall To me it's unreal it's
, slice like a machete nigga, got fetty nigga, never spend it on Betty nigga I hit and run, never stressing to look back When I look back, I think about
, slice like a machete nigga, got fetty nigga, never spend it on Betty nigga I hit and run, never stressing to look back When I look back, I think
cribs, walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit
the cribs, walk with a strap Myself 'cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playin' tricks [Incomprehensible], to really Me out in five unless I take another hit
her memories Felt like an angel had been sent to me She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black To afro then african-american and right back to
bust the glock When the Henny hit the chest, busting Smith & Wess Fuck the discussion, I'm busting 'em all, clutching my balls If I see y'all be laid to rest, let me hit
like a physic, I can't explain it There's no pen when I write it There's nothin' like it, nothin' like it God damn, what you want from me What you want me
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
me life is hard like a track that I'm reppin' on Callin' for the freedom of the backs that you steppin' on Later for the pull up ya boot strap fastened Hard work got me
hardcore be the factor Physically shatter by the cause of the megacosm distractor Fractured by my supernatural forces, face losses As I break backs like
of fighting* [Intro: sampled] I'm the warrior chief. I'm the merciless God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe. Fuck with me and you will suffer
beside me through my trials in this life of crime We divorced so many times I forgot to count I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house Remember back
