You give me for honor (graves) Where your soldiers lay (graves) They're so far away (graves) The home of the brave (graves) I won't die in your bullshit
You killed my fuckin' brotha Payback, muthafucka 1 8 7 nigga Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga Revenge, drive by
Yeah, yeah Murder, death As I search to analyze reality The true meaning of life Out simple existence means nothing God has a gun, the truth, life is
us ? You're a fool Born yellow, Born brown, Born red, Born black, Born dead Dead Born dead Born asian, Born jewish, Born latino, Born poor, Born dead Dead Born dead
[Talking] yea , 2004, BraveHeart, uh huh [Chorus] First a studio, then a video, then we do a show Count my cash flow Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke
I see) What the fuck you lookin at? [Chino XL:] Yo... yo, yo Where's he at, where's he been? Don't count on a, calculator nigga you can count on Poison
topic and let it flow Got 8 down for the count and 16 to go The Writer's blocks are stepping stones Towards the metronome I'm racing dead last I'm head
, I'm here, so come get it But those that tried are real sorry they did it Cause I hit it - hard, nail on the head, now they're dead But that's what you
wit gangs in the back of the ' jects where the killin' In Park Ave. where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch it boy
I rocked the mike for Coward Hosell To show America how I rocked so well And while I rocked the mike, this is what I said About Dracula, the living dead
I done put a thousand miles on my body [Rick Ross Talking] Born to win Look around From the projects to the penthouse Our vision never changed, we self made Count
all Niggas can see me Don't ask me bout no peace treaties, posters, eat your Wheaties I'll lock on all of y'all Body count em till they fall They arms
who he know Let the barrel blow Or a quarrel know Over somethin' that he borrowed, no Do the math On the warpath Makin' predictions to the body count
eternal but the body soon wasted walk into the new light as the past is slowly faded I'm falling from earth, return through rebirth carry body, open
Ride of the edge Write my name in red Write me off as dead, [Missed] They deliver. We keep on sippin' Patrone, Forget about the liver. I was born at
ridin I done put a thousand miles on my body [Rick Ross Talking] Born to win Look around From the projects to the penthouse Our vision never changed, we self made Count
's Rollin' wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin' In Park Ave where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch
and I'm coming from the streets She said I love the guys you can't trust Meet me here about dusk I was half dead then I got born again I got lost in