will die hard, Hear the golden rule Die Hard Legions iron and steel Die Hard Men of war revealed Die Hard Captors of the Brave Die Hard Die Hard Sinner
night mare Getting high Let me see the sun rise and fall This is for my dogs Down to die for yours Extreme Venom No mercy When we all up in 'em Cut em
! It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in em Like women I did em I'm in for deadly ready venom Verse Three: Live Squad Yeah, as I take a puff I
ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives
everything ain't what it seems; It's hard lovin' a woman, a woman like me... You need to think about it, Before you get hooked on the venom, and can't live
it Coz everything ain't what it seems It's hard lovin' a woman, a woman like me You need to think about it Before you get hooked on a venom and can't live
ain't what it seems It's hard loving a woman A woman like me (Woman like me) You need to think about it Before you get hooked on the venom And can't live
can ask my homies I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me Now I blew up they all on me They smiles phony Its hard to determine who really is
me too 'cos it's a Chronicle My life, I realise I'm responsible for obstacles In front of me, my own self to blame But I worked hard to receive the
Hai!" Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat Yeah... "The sky is high, the cloud is low" (fuck him) "But my water technique is hard to think" (yeah, check the live
Hook: Priest] [Killah Priest:] The devil trembles when he knows the body is the temple and God is in you It's hard to continue when it's hard to offend
: [Chorus x1.5: Killah Priest] My life, though things may seem hard My life, I know I can depend on God My life, things might not always go right My
looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives
to be, I'm already hot All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from
back to you, for now I am gone Yeah, we ready, back up in 'em with nothin' but the harmony rhythm Hard hittin' flows all we give 'em Flows that spit venom
