This world can disappoint, I know There?s something more out there for one like you You have come so far with hopes to find And all the things you left
grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and
'm stacking G's and heat You can holler if you want to pleeease I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee enemies and my range is on you're in the danger
mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or test this Kill that noise! East coast *killer*, West
keep it real, don't lie You ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit die You ask "Who the hell am I?" They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I
. You tink say yu bad man bad and come You tink say yu tough man tough and come You tink say yu rough man rough and come Dis now a gunshot shall fire
, motherfuckin G "You got to believe, somethin.." East Side "I got to believe in me.." {"And who the fuck are you?"} {"And who the fuck are you?"} "You
enemy [Chorus] Enemies, enemy runnin from the G enemies, enemy, you're my enemy enemies, enemy, when will I see? enemies, enemy R.I.P. [Verse Two:] Where you
me you'll never will) (And what you don't know will get yourself killed) About me (See what you don't know me you'll never will) (And what you don't know
the words get disrespectful now your niggaz check you You 'gon let that nigga play you, you know we 'gon rep you Next mornin every news channel and front
a reason to go You and I Could fly away We'd go up And never come back down From Heaven you know Wake me Revolve In my wounds Lay down your enemy On
the things that you never saw In it yall, been a dogg, smoke you like a menathol You think you know but this can't go You think you blow on my dough
come you bet' not freeze Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies Lock you up and fuck you up Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up and
-A's escape Some won't Bumpin' heads with niggas Where you from? East Side Long Beach, nigga, 2-1 The homie just got paroled And he got more stories than
recognize game (game) No matter where you from, we all can get dumb, insane And turn the party out without a doubt Unless you them fools who ain't got no clout LBC and
things that you never saw In it y?all, been a Dogg, smoke you like a menathol You think you know? But this can't go You think you?ll blow, all my dough
glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit And have yo ass tied up and thrown away
Come forth from the West; Agios Daimon! As fire and flame, Come forth from the South; Agios Daimon! As thunder and storm, Come forth from the East; Agios
