they cant break me down and I am sick and tired of fighting fire with fire we?ve been misplaced we?ve been defaced but our heart will never be erased fire with fire
him go) (Here's where the plot thickens) They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin (They call the squad, hittin blocks with they guns
your city probably pound your girl Had her stretched out swimmin in the pool with her breast out Send her back home set to fire the sex out! [Chorus:
Stick your neck out and trust-It'll be chopped away Jimmy through your locked front doors Rifle through your sacred drawers Line my pockets Deface your
: I'm a soldier, i'm a soldier, i'm a soldier, i'm a soldier... Yo', never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, never was a gangsta, 'til I graduated
need is bail You betta stick to tha movies with Steven Seigel, bitch [50 Cent] [Chorus] I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with
should deh pon the low And you can't flop fast if you stick to your task And the flowers ina your garden will grow Chorus Stop play the fool and attend your
deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles Stick up kids, hoppin out with
you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles Stick up kids, hoppin out with
like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile Capo, my nigga what Nigga execution always my guns is crippin cuz, P.B.D. posse I roll with Rasu,
Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray
Yourself while Bleeding out the ass Asphyxiation is Simple and fast It beats 17 fun years Of being someone's bitch Don't think Drink your wine Watch the fire
Now these are your bitches, phonin lonely homey chickens All the homies stick em, you think you own em man listen She stab you in your sleep with a knife
it's the jump off right now I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your
: f/ INF-Black [Intro: INF-Black] Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard? Uh-huh, all my live niggaz, friday.. Put your hands up, it's a stick
through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower when you guard your
