it all by myself None of you was there throughout the years You kept your good company-we didn't need your help Once you were the king but now we're
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wrong I just think its time to set things straight The new breed-2005-now we're speaking up Bring the mosh ? sing along -no one can hold this down Kid, we
My mouth like gun Spreads these words like bullets right through your chest And that?s the bottom line Friends become enemies And time won't heal the wounds We
I can see them coming Black hair cute girlie face I grant you my disrespect Erase your disgraced face Who the fuck do you think you are? Where's
straight for self execution There?s just one place left which keeps the truth In this I?ll put my faith It?s pumping through my veins -my blood In blood I trust
tell the truth though The shit ain't the same, i'ma die a thug And fuck it it's the blood in my veins Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I can wait
Rasaq's, Ghetto Status You know I'm saying, we gotta get this underground money Gotta grind, Rasaq the new blood in the Color Changin' Click And we gon
[Hook] Everywhere I go I see the darkness Covering skys Everywhere I go Everywhere I go Trouble seems to find me Blood in my eyes Everywhere I go [Verse 2: Game
mayn Chamillionaire and Rasaq's, Ghetto Status You know I'm saying, we gotta get this underground money Gotta grind, Rasaq the new blood in the Color Changin' Click And we
stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese I've seen shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth We dropped him off tha fool went behind
now from standin' on this curb I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of crack A bunch of lil' niggaz with dime sacks in they backpacks Come and get it we
Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball, ("We ball.") pimp like the pimpers pimp; ("We pimps.") and when we want, we can take
requesting Minor Threat songs Drunk driving for Exxon. Don't slalom the icebergs It's smooth sailing til the boat bottom bites curbs No problem, but
slay a thousand, a major league I make ya bleed, my aim's bueno, we play no Gamed with you niggas cuz you small pressed (small pressed) I clap you in
maintain, tell the truth though The shit ain't the same, i'ma die a thug And fuck it it's the blood in my veins Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but
And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese I've seen shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth We dropped him off tha fool went behind
From Standin' On This Curb I Got Blood On My Shirt, And A Hand Full Of Crack A Bunch Of Lil' Niggas With Dime Sack's In They Backpacks Come And Get It, We
