to the ground Murder, in the first degree Died on his knees On every charge I am quilty The bullets are mine Crying, dying victim crying Tears are falling
to the ground Murder in the first degree Died on his knees On every charge I am guilty The bullets are mine Crying, dying victim crying Tears are falling
with extra boxes of bullets and a nina and a shovel [Chorus: Carl Thomas] Who you are, One Nation under a thug and bullet scar, Young nation, no revolution
: I am the fly on the wall I know about you Your secrets are mine I am the thorn in your side Hurting you will be so easy I shall strike your weakest
blaze the grass Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass Dre, pass me the glass of wine So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine For all those
I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet
be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet when [
enemy's finger With a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga Either way the heat is grave, fuck with face we bring war Either, you feel these bullets
, spoil your man's, make him mine Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97 Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon Ain't no tellin' when the bullet
Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is
Don't even bother, or repeat All of your albums play back to back And I visit your grave cause our friendships intact An ammaculate concept, extravagant progress Bullet
to the tomb When i come in with a crew, let's play with them too Liquid Assassin, i'ma ride for mine Bitch ass nigga, i'ma die for mine I'ma grab the
they brains hangin' Straight gettin' down for mine And I'll fuck up a bitch 'cause I don't mind dyin' So feel me, drill me put a bullet in my head But
respect the game, I'm real serious with mine It's like they lost, playing on furious with mine So serious, you know, it's all about will and how strong you are
of flames and damn, it's ah shame, let yo nuts hang, you can hear tha story of tha hurricane. Bone, II Tru, Hustlaz and Shiftaz. (We are tha soldiaz
no limit (Chorus) Back to life (from the cradle to the grave) Back to reality (some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid) from the cradle to the grave
