Hold it inside Nothing's gonna change The eyes of war are turning away Blood red view nothing to lose Just sit back and deal with the pain What
the truck with wifey Before I let me nina start singing like a ?? Brother discover the pleasure the pain Whether you survive is the name of the game Put em on a stretcher blood
I get sent to D C, I'm sendin' dice to DE With three P's, so when I get out, he can see me For real,'cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats The
Halls of Illusion and visit yours To see what could've, and should've and would've been real But you had to fuck up the whole deal Let's take a walk
'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad, bad, bad So rough I'm going Bad, bad, bad No church I'm going Bad, bad, bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now
why can't you get it, we dangerous Came to get strange with it, bang with it Stop and get a little untamed with it Get the chopper like a fully' ya bully with
Racism is as American as apple pie And if one black man dies who's gonna cry? Smashed and handcuffed and beaten to death One colored boy to deal with
tears And pain is bliss been through so many things It's hard to resist a mind that's currently Thinking on his last wish it's nothing to fuck with When
as me Still fuck with strategy My dick stuck way up where her blatter be But that don't matter see I'll serve your ass like andre agassi Fuck tennis You dealing with
as me still fuck with strategy My dick stuck way up where her blatter be But that don't matter see, I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi Fuck tennis, you dealing with
know Success brings stress I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff The operator say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, what's the deal, son?", "Yo, I got bad
with style With two macs going to war with the other side of town Ain't nuttin sweet about me, pop let them niggaz know I'm countin blood money, 'cause
by the three's Keep an eye on my enemies Snoop and Silkk In da back of the Lac With that AK In da blue tint, with a infer-red Mother fucker gonna die
's real, stay strapped with capped, do get pealed And mama always told me if you ain't down to ride with God Down to die with God you ain't no mother
fuck, don't fuck with the braids! Can't fuck, can't fuck with the braids! Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids! Ya can't fuck, you can't fuck with the
with endless lies Even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, think it's bad Can't imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad
an eyeful of this muscular arm Dealing out pain is my kind of fun Get my drift? I mean real harm I like the sound of cracking bones At the sight of blood
the windy trail Looking for the tombstone with his name Hear the cries of a little girl in pain Sitting alone by the grave, she screams and cries But something was wrong with
