? for the love of the scene Won?t blame you if you won?t blame me It?s our lives ? we can do what we want United and strong ? one hardcore front One
Will this be his day to die? He holds his hammer toward the sky This time we fight! He holds his hammer toward the sky This time we fight!
kind ? for the love of the scene Won?t blame you if you won?t blame me It?s our lives ? we can do what we want United and strong ? one hardcore front
rages Will this be his day to die? He holds his hammer toward the sky This time we fight! He holds his hammer toward the sky This time we fight!
our sights to realize we?re together on one side together we smile, together we cry together we die for as long as we try to not open our insides we
wrond or right Drive at night Fight my fight Rock that pipe I hit the road come back It's nice and tight I get ya what ya want No matter the price We
got is the street life I know you lookin' down sayin' you ain't raise me this way Don't be mad we'll talk about when I come one day Untill we meet I
my tears, of my past, you come and give me your hand, tame my anger my tears fade and together we fight as friend together we fight as friend for (the
2 + 1 x1] [1 x4] [Daddy-O] So now you think you know me; and maybe you remember I was in a group and we had six members We freaked (fake??), and saw +
for my props And what better way than to bounce? So you can get paid by the pound; and more for the funkin ounce It's the Brooklyn sway And as I let
Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my system slow Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what they sprinting fo' [Hook] [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Black Ted Bundy sick as
lips A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant Shit, I'll pass a class when my dad starts giving shits But as long as our relationship is turdless I'ma
handsome And she was terminally pretty. She held him up and he held her for ransom In the heart of the cold, cold city. He had a nasty reputation as
the same as you? Do I not live as you do? Do we not work the same land? Bear the same marks on our hands? Flesh and blood we?re both the same, Though we
battle field blitz It's as real as it seems, as bloody as it gets (Hut 2! 3! 4! Hut 2! 3! 4! Hut 2! 3! 4! Hut 2! 3! 4!) We need more guns to fight
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me) Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat
me The new age Ali The black C.I.G Resides beside me As smooth as an Isley Sometimes I surprise me Can't even ID As low as my eyes be I roll with the
! ALL Yeaaa! Look out old Baltimore We're marching in 'And we ain't shufflin' Through that old back door EDNA And Tracy, i will join the fight
