all of the power i need clawing. pushing. ceating. stealing. using? it doesn't bother me see it. want it. grab it. hold it. never let go and it doesn
me all of the power i need clawing. pushing. ceating. stealing. using? it doesn't bother me see it. want it. grab it. hold it. never let go and it doesn
ignore The apathy it always leads me And all the broken hearts that hang around here All the sick things that make you pull out your hair All the bad
we'd be [Break: Carl Thomas] Oh I thought we had forever, now it's gone It's time to carry on I thought that you made me happy But it's this thing
It has been, it has been, it has been, it has been It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death,
it goes up, day by day And baby, pricks should never say my name I came, from a place where it's all on So I'ma take war and lead the boys on Lead the
lyin on the thing hooked to wires n things imma die as a king, if i dont do it now imma try it again and when i do accomplish it ima try it again ima
guns start to run shit Coming from the streets, gum on long dick Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats
Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments Don shit, real niggas who I get it on with When I'm around, my colleagues ain't comfortable They all got a-sick with
can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport
, bring it all back straight Rock on me, we pop homie, drink it all back straight Better warn me, ya Barreta on me Baby all 'dat hate, will lead to you
yourself, you're running for the door Come and take me home Lead me to your door Take me where you are Lead me to your door At least just for a while It
't pin it, better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn When our
murda click -chorus-(Krayzie) PUMPIN THIS LEAD fuckin em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS LEAD FUCKIN em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS LEAD
listen It's a rap for y'all Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sick o' them full-blown
breakin out the 12's Bet I have yo girlfriend shakin out her heels We shakin all deals And chasin all meals Im poppin all over how you haters all feel
