Songtexte:
End Of Silence The Ride The Bullet

It's cocked and loaded As I point this at you Right at your head God I wanna hurt you Then under my breath I whisper these last words I feel your pain

easily end up like Shyne did Writin' supportin' our focus and practice wisely They wanna do me like Tyson, Jordan, Oprah, Jackson, and Cosby Black man attacked on camera, faggot police'll ride

pump, so spill it Copper lettin' the lead off Copper thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up The bullets

Flesh... (Killa. St. Clair... Killa. The silence isn't over... No place to run... Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves... St. Clair...) {clock ticking

a nine, he lay. and if you hatin? to elevate, must let off my frustrations from all the playa hation. but it's keepin?my strong, and yes i do. jesus, ride

a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her Snatchin' up your

found with bullet rounds in his chest up in the atl and the papers hate me well im tryin to revoke the violence, not promote the violence this is my broken silence

for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a Snatching up

to eat a couple steaks At the rate I'm going ima need a couple breaks Then again f-ck it I don't plan to stop Till the end till i end up in the sand