everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
to the muthafuckin, One of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, mystikal. We was all born to be soldiers. See, these evil thoughts, They was scarred into our muthafuckin souls
Each rap is texture-mapped to perfection A 3D world for you to step in I leave MC's stranded on asteroids Floatin' through the void of space Del the black
[Chorus 3x] I don't need no iron I'm already creased I don't need no money I got mouthpiece [E-40] Thug wit me who got that indo nigga mug wit me Stick
head between and ask the Lord "Please let me make it thru this struggle" even though it's hard Jealousy got us hatin it, wantin to kill each other though
a offender bass to my self i thought how much does gender play remembering such hatred at this tender age if i could send a mental page my thoughts would
I want ya'll to play this at funerals in the hood Til all this black on black crime stop Some say the blind lead the blind But in the ghetto you never
control of yoself Cant release tha rippla on these niggaz shit they'll be nuthin left You ready? I'm ready ain't scared (hold up)i thought you was ready
Chorus: bizmarkie *sampled* 3x I walked away and I lived too cold Intro: hell razah This goes out. This what y'all niggaz all been looking for. A litte
to catch the beat, uh uh, uh I'm tryin to catch the beat [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed
I grew up She never thought that id go nuts I hang with niggaz from the hood Who still dont give a fuck Im a creature from the black platoon Pass the
so who you talkin' shit on Imma spit on Any negative spirit that step to me try to take my soul From under me but I got a lifetime warranty [Chorus] [Verse 3
momma never told me to mold me But her soul is so golden the way she flossing And I ain't mad at their secrets though It's a hard sell to tell a young
duckin his mows [? ] Street influences doin this since 12 years old but oh... [Choru] [Verse 3:] So I'm back ya'll Back from black ball Back with the
life Help me to understand the chosen ones livin thru Christ Blinded time from so many signs shown from greed Tryin to calculate all the funds I blown from weed
between and ask the Lord "Please let me make it thru this struggle" even though it's hard Jealousy got us hatin it, wantin to kill each other though What