We're men of station We are trouble bent just the same But we're not as hell as you
'll live to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's and
like Victory, look here, (look here) Blessin's to the men that walk Chicago streets, and survive (and survive) We all in a test of time, (God bless us
tha red eye You may think I'm a high nigga, but looks could be deceiving God lives within me and brother I feel him I speak to God before I take my gat and
one'll live to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's and
I slay men Experts and lay men with my play pen, I'm scrapin Remotely holding rap down and shapin A style handcrafted since the days of my play-pen And
a head crack I'm trapped, in a hole filled with guns and drugs Three-headers, nothing better 5% and thugs Style tight like O.J. gloves Niggas state to state
some dirt and got out of the state I stay up in the studio and out of the way No actin ill Mama cryin cause we back on bills And her back is peeled And
by Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi While the President sits and he signs bills Imports the drugs and the guns that we use to kill Collects
