anger's on the rise a temper tantrum on the lose I'm hatred and despised #: Out of the game: this time I'm really gone out of the game: but I won't
Speed of life,fast,it's like walkin' barefoot over broken glass It's like,jumpin' rope on a razor blade All lightning quick decisions are made Lifestyle
spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate
game Now I?m sick with the pain in my heart I?ve got love in my eye And you?re sucking me dry Ahhhhhhhh I'm stuck in my bed And I?m out of my head With
streets, gum on long dick Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper
fuck the hood up Plus all my niggaz gone [Incomprehensible] And they ain't never comin' out with that in consideration I took the package and bounced I'm headed home, dazin' out
2 seater feeder, it?s me and a senorita 3 ounces up in the liter and it?s ten up in the heater Mackin? a mamacita, runnin? game like a cheetah I?m knockin? ?em out
with shails I have you niggas buyin guns, for real Pattin on 'em, might pop up and lay things down You absolutely right, niggas get laid out Niggas is out
Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah) We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan From Staten, to Long Island, we make it happen, out
in my chain Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range Pass by don?t speak to the hatas House got marble floors and escalators Stayed Gd'up sharp as a razor
on my hip and my praise is up to God 'Cause we in a battlefield where the razors lead to scars And the lasers lead to holes, s**** in n out ya clothes
My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song Yo, we from the place where they pump out D and steal
through the mosh pit on some rock shit Bang your head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This
Remember Pun? Yeah, check me out Remember Pun? Terror Squad I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like
up in the cut with a cup of yak I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin' back Take your pumps off bitch, let me check out yo heals We pimps
until a nigga stop chokin get broken off for tryin to spit a razor blade out then whip the gage out an blow him rib cage out I got my fetti hit
green thumb, like a criminal the only thing you can become Look at what I became, something like a phenom, nuttin' but a g-thang Things I've seen when I'm looking out
's bound to bump Straight smashin', hollerin' out, ?Wassup, Kurupt?? Wassup? I'm fillin' in my right mind, one to the head An' I'm on the smash, hollerin' out
