on the bubble And yeah I heard your story, you fuckin' niggas bore me On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory You ask Joe, you sad as John Doe You
obvious target Infatuations with the past protect my Purple Heart with a faded picture I had in my shirt pocket I'm going out with a bang.. in a blaze of glory
beamin up Illuminati ill experiment, maybe that's a fiend above Be men connect with rhymes that cleanly love ya Go round the world, you wake up early
My mom's stick thick, who the killas and convicts Bulletproof now, pistol holsters under the arm pits Ready to go out in the blaze of glory Standin'
: Keep your plans on the low Just another chamber, the swarm Roll dark and deep, Bobby Digital Wu-Syndicate, Wu-syndicate Be Born, Daddy-O, what up Math
is such a fucking bore I laugh so hard I'm gonna choke I think I'm gonna end it all By shooting up a shopping mall I'll go out in a blaze of glory
they want him Any ideas? Where he at, cops want him Changin the gear the same foot wear Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here Fuck yea, we up there Had
want him Any ideas? Where he at? Cops want him Changin' the gear the same foot wear Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here Fuck yea, we up there Had a
front row watch game I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script slip up and change the story I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory
it like them drums on this blaze shit baby Girl just say the word can we can break out like the pox But you got 4 seconds for im right up out the spot
fuck! if you don't please them, they cut off your cock... to curse god's aldoration with their lustful spell the horned master sent them up from hell
if work not done fast Now how the fuck I end up like this? From living life in my hut with my wife and my kids Now I'm stuck chained up from my legs to
make it I'm gonna get it and ride [Edi:] Know life is what you make it And baby I'm a Made Nigga Live it up Give it up until my grave nigga [Kastro:]
Fredro Starr] Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001 The day the World Trade Center blows up Shit is real, son Shit hit home, kid, word up Hope
life is such a fucking bore I laugh so hard I'm gonna choke I think I'm gonna end it all By shooting up a shopping mall I'll go out in a blaze of glory
reason why you wouldn't trust me My ego does bleed, I shouldn't have let you test it and let your arms free to follow up with your domestic slip up Love
But to the mother fuckas who took Frank Williams AKA Fast Black, FUCK YOU! (Gunshot) Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again Vodka spilling