just ain't no friend of mine. [Flesh-n-Bone:] I'm tryin' to focus on bigger and better things. With so many odds against me, I had to step up my game
be ready for war in my fatigues and boots From the minute nigga step outside Nina Ross on my hip and I got to pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you
you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital They gonna get shot, too The fast one bringing
Thor That's for they know the real me in the pain I wish I could do this plain But that's impossible when there's too many lame... Ho's running around
' clip, hit the right one Pass that weed, I got to light one All them niggaz I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our situation is a tight
: (Feat. Soulja Boy) Trick! Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Yeah, and your boy Bow Wow in the building Ha, my swag too official, man Hey Soulja, my swag too, man
about it I let it goooooooo! (How many times am I gonna have to beat y'all in the head!) And don't get too close, make no mistakes about it I let it goooooooo
your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh
think fast Step beyond the legs Risk selfdestruction One more sucker Wait again To the wrong turn To the right direction Too many fucking gonna turn Going too
With a squirt resistant stud stud Hey stoner Get over there in the spliffbunker one Becos London Bridge was sold somehow But it was too old anyhow When
song Let the music bind them Each my face inside here? Teach my light to wear a different? I have many parents I have only one mother too Of the open
but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns
wanna do? [All] I said how many niggaz are ready to move? "Got myself a Uzi and my brother a 9" -- KRS-One Chorus [RBX] One-Time trigger happy, no nigga love One
Innocent victims of merciless crimes Fall prey to some madmen's impulsive designs [Eighth] Step after step We try controlling our fate When we finally start living it has become too
