Just to find someone like you Now you take it all away You ve taken a part of me I ve been without so long One bullet could set me free One shot and
slice. And nothing could any who speaks of a new end, to get enemy dead we gon' meet you. Get the family to trick or treat you, with the bullets that
soul, look at that, pap-pap-krack Three frat college boys flat, dead on they back And they lady tryin to hide behind the dead fat guy Just got one plucked
crept on a come up And brought all my niggas with us from day one they roll Ya know, what a nigga wanna test me for? Bless me soul, ? all, and that's
t trip, bump got a speed zone sign For suckers who move too fast against mine I'm pressed, pushin' it full speed ahead You left, bullet in chest, meet
the proper rations and framed lenses to help my stare exists 'cause I'm one step ahead Never get ahead of myself 'cause one too many steps could be one step ya dead
girl, with pearls around her collar Sticky start to checking her, my soul she couldn't holler We rollin' for Dollars make me set 3 pounds 7 And her man said, "One move ya dead
Stay militant kid, twist ya like bolo You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearin' it Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one Please
sacrificed? You sold my soul to the devil Now I'm livin' life at a strange level I come back for the big payback You don't wanna catch the bullet back
in the center! Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib then one of them hollered, 'Back to the grill!' They all followed one by one on my chest
foreign meds While I use the hook line and sinker simple fishing Simple primitive self taught, easing of soul, mind and body but the symptoms rejected my cave-man modus operandi So now it's one
, is a lot like you and me. His passion burns, the world it turns, He fills his hand to fill the void, And fuels the constant feeling, Of nothingness inside his soul
these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one
trigger sneakin And then send a flurry of bullets diggin deep in my flesh and wreakin The props 'cause they pops lots of mops heads drop Dead plots, a
control no soul so she?s gone and im wrong for all the love I give I don?t wanna live so gimmie that razor blade bright red colors of my trip engraved souls
killin other brothers I thought the idea was to love one another? Open up the paper to one more death If y'all keep this up then there'll be no one left