his brains Y'all with the violence, we move in silence Silence plus silence the guns I was the wildest, that was childish Now I stack my ones Shinay was in love with
certified Lamborghinist and Cadillacer 'Cause I'm tryna feed my kids, y'all niggas can die slowly 'Cause just to me it sound like a bunch of karaoke Y'all singin' the same old song, y
roof top niggaz fuck around un-cooked tough niggaz Execute your niggaz, turn bone shoot your niggaz Yours is silence don't need no more violence Moving in silence, moving in silence with
you thought, trick-ass hooker? Flesh, the last tru souljah standin' makin' these silly-ass niggas weak, slappin' 'em up with game with basic instruction
police man chase me down Here come the end, fuck the law, y'all Nigga, Fifth Dog roll still Spit with quickness in a nigga Grill with a psychotic maniac
Ruff Ryders roll The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God Rip y'all niggaz
violence, break the silence Judging each other is so crazy Crazy, yo, why you hate me Sometimes I think so hard, oh my God Was it closin' in on me I
ya doin and bang ta dis Put ya glass down and grab a chick Don't even think you can hang with this Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this Blunts, bitches
it, perpetuating violence, violence And growing up in silence Seein' things they don't know how to deal with And learnin' ways, to try to cope with it Cope with it, cope with
our own thing, we don't act like y'all I say black white walls with the back swiped off Ah, y'all little bustas just a tax write off I'm a stand up
just get nauseous and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin with
borrow So many paths, which one you gonna follow? What would you do, what would you do? Uh, this is how it go down I have the black-pound-silence so
Busta Rhymes, the place to be Flipmode Squad, entirety With the God, Cormega No fucking deals, we gets biz like that Stack bills, y'all niggas chill
What? Them niggas ain't no threat They'll whole set'll get wet Yo go get the AK, and my two nines with the silencers And at seven thirty, y'all niggaz
God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And I got my act together
fronted on majorly once the God slides in On the scene, love-love in the place to be All-American lyrics, the top choice in this rap market from Now y
with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat 'em up, cold crush, bumrush Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed Y'all niggaz can't fuck with
the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee The iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me The dance band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God