fashion aside/ Put your hate aside/ Put your pride aside/ Put your fighting aside/ Let's bring the old meaning of hardcore back/ Let's bring it back/
body with his death so that the life of Jesus may be manifested in our flesh The pain on Earth, yes it brings out an urgency (yes it does) Not to be compared
her over, got it from the back The pussy was sorry, so the bitch got slapped Then I took my dick out, laid it on her chest She put it in the middle,
can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to
Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on Nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these
to bring your mama then turn around and hear the drama Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at Prodigy Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
Sweeping with the same broom It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life Well give me grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It
brain until it's not so It's hostile, ni**az lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace
what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it
my homies head Died in his rest Shot him to death and Left him bleeding for his family to see I pass his casket Gently asking Is there heaven for G's? My homeboys doing life
to? Murderin niggaz, look what it's come to My memories bring me misery, and life is hard in the ghetto, it's insanity, I can't breath Got me thinkin
to bring them back tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i'll beat you down, like it
quest with a death wish Tell 'em they come and test, and tha rest, nigga gets hectic Here's tha aneirexic, i'm making it to an exit Walkin' through tha
feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb Bust
I bring it to 'em where they pump at 12 Gauge mashberg No shell in the head Before you put in work, you gotta pump that You done hit a nigga with it
50 Cent (2pac)] Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now) And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be
mother out if the price is right I hate life, gimme the glock about to join Biggie and 'Pac and you comin like it or not GET OFF ME! Let me go, don't
Chorus:] Is it life and death to you? Is it your whole world you're gonna lose? Is it life and death to you? Is it life or death you've got to choose
