my heart, who need a jumpstart My art sharp, shoot your posse apart Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun Son by son, done by done Whoever come murder
trenches the stench is Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by shotguns Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences If you're not armed you're in harm
can't get used to this food, this shit is making me sick Plus half these niggas in here done took that dick Head hurtin' waitin' on my day to escape But
entered Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done And your goose is cooked Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done And your
puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart My art sharp, shoot your posse apart Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun Son by son, done by done
nightmare I feel like I'll never escape So watch me fall from grace Watch me carve my hate In the heart of a lover I feel I can never escape my fate
difficult to keep momentum If it's you that you are following Don't close doors, keep an escape clause Because we might lose the Big Apple But would I have done
very difficult to keep momentum If it's you that you are following Don't close doors, keep an escape clause Because we might lose the big apple But would I have done
done and now the Mars is number three eclipsing our sun pictures of some TV scenes in my head all a proove that this world is going mad harm, hurt and
: I put my life in your hands By the fourth step how much light is left? Five six seven-I can see my dark and the harm I've done, I've left Eight, nine
I can feel a storm brewing over nothing We were having fun, there's no harm done there You need attention, I can see you're sulking It's about time that
greatest care underneath [Chorus] There must have been something in my look(s), 'cause the little boy started to speak, and to my unvoiced Question of why he had done
make a motherfuckin run for it The thought alone makes me shiver, damn What if I get caught? They'll find me floatin in the Hudson river But if I escape
from where you from Same shit different slum, where we about to go ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice when we done, and all minds are one
from where you from Same shit different slum, where we about to go Ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice When we done, and all minds are one
I can feel a storm brewing over nothing We were having fun There's no harm done there You need attention I can see you're sulking It's about time that
nine on black Christmas I need a gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas [King Magnetic:] Army of T.P., honor of street thieves The harmony of harm done
and spinning my tires No time for conversation, I gotta ride Back to my safe place, stash spot for the waste plate Cause I'm a go getter, if the game escapes