boots I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life Right to yo wrong, I'll put the good to your evil I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that? I'm life
life has got me catchin up to God quicker Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my
spit shells to your convertible lotis you notice Richer or poor hollow steel go through your door this is war,you scare of me you not prepared for me
tryin' to strive for something better So grams I had to measure To keep cheddar like Bank Tellers And still keep the hollow-heads flyin' like fuckin' Delta Run for
for All these long years All the horror that you've uncovered With you now and forever more The bullet that tears right through you Leaves you broken Scarred for life
and a picture of your girl who I said was sweatin bullets Reach for it, pull it, or we'll always have beef You'll be scared to walk the streets, sweatin
want wealth, search for self, find what you lookin for I got a Boogie Down mind, with a Brooklyn jaw My Queens life through your eyes, my sneakers adjust
No bitch will do ya right Shut 'em down stay true for life Vause its you for life - and I'ma choose ya life Have a feelin lay the body turning blue tonight
is ours, for all my real niggaz behind bars Scarred for life, from the blade of a knife To get strikes at thirteen for takin' your life Seven tec's, I
Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather They right there, but you scared that they
I be known for gettin' Jason, I don't know Still got a sick phase for shoot outs and car chases Fuck Paccino cause we know niggas with scarred faces
the stars for us Maybe mars for us At the least 16 bars for us You go so hard for us, you're marvelous My greatest harvest seed Not too scarred to trust
we gotta rearrange the way we live, we gotta rearrange the way we live. This thing called life is made of many decisions. The choices you make determine you and your livin'. There's a rocketship headed for
heart and hollow mind, My revenge became my world I regret not things I've done, Alone I stand, still I hurt I have no love for life anymore, I no longer
we have, don't replace it The age of innocence is fading like an old dream A life of petty crime gets punished with a holiday The victims' mind are scarred for life
the one [Part 6:] Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew, The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you, Man this is for the