Hatred is coming When they speak of life? Death is coming When they speak of hope? The end is coming On the wall someone chalked ?THEY WANT A WAR?, The
up I Shed blood Gotta leave this world with somethan A realer nigga with more than I can handle The Drugs was at so that's were a mack Got caught up in a
[Hook] Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less ?? that crazy muthafucka from the world
you when I spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital They gonna
We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint a mixtape
can't take no chances [Chorus] Chances I take gettin lost is an offer the source is a awkward loss is a source Of a chance not taken and the prophet
it this time, motherfucker have a taste [Verse four: Capitol E / Esham] Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a
the lawn and I just let 'em burn till death's confirmed Laid to rest with worms cause otherwise they'll never learn I'll form a cruel intent, put anthrax
back everything in your mind Everything is lying Everything is dying Everything is a rule And everything is a crime Everything was healed And everything rewinds And new weather burn a
ways I made out, Montana way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man
one but dem ago face di consequence They build walls instead of bridges, it ridicule Then war wid whom they live like a fool But if I trod di wrong road away a want
the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face your bloody death With a
you when I spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital they gonna
through my veins I stand before this mic with a stepped up game Some things, when I look, how they never gonna change It ain't a thing, niggas wild,
'mma go this way and write rhymes in your Shakespeare book Niggaz be scared to death, I can see in the face they shook And they ain't want give me a shot
