peace any enamys And leave 'em blind That's what you get for try to fuck with mine [one man talking] We can do this anyway you want doc What a wonderful chance Or
. Takin' it again. Again! Again! Takin' it again. I mean, yeah, well... wha-what're ya gonna do? America is waiting for a message of some sort or another
when ya losin' grip Ya got Christ in ya heart, but ya livin' a trip I mean, when ya got trouble, ya call His name But, everybody prays when it comes ta pain Or
Jason, wit an accent from Jamaica My only concern was digits and consumers 'Cause we had this little city, down in Alabama booming So we just do it, get
be born Go strong move on know right from wrong Verse John Chapter 2 verse 15 do not love the world or anything in the world and we know what that means
fall man The one who came down and put His foot on the raw land Gotta question... do you know who you are man? Or do you assume that you can do what
your chest laid out wit the FM 47 You think shit you can do will do but nobody But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies [Hook: The Game
you blood or cuz From that number one thug, its still one love I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green I do it for my folks, vice lords and kings
strapped, let's play two on two You're eyein' us in the iron bus Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaiian punch So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm
Get your chest laid out wit the FM 47 You think shit you can do will do but nobody But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies [Hook: The
crown, labeled me the queen Gonna do this damn thing bitch, know what I fuckin mean [Chorus] [Gangsta Boo] Now everybody claim the role of a killa killa Yean ain't do
you're due I'm a pioneer to proof Until it's customary that you're tryin to hear the truth The truth meaning (Grand) the truth meaning (Agent) The truth meaning
can't take from me what you can't touch You can't break from me it means too much Some people don't realize or just don't give a fuck This freedom's
now. What kind do you got? [Girl scout] Oh my gosh! You sound really scary! Why do you sound like that? [Deep-voiced man] What do you mean, sweetie? Do
or treatin' on Halloween mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve in the city slicker bust checks or
to get this paper before the J's come get me, I can't take you with me But still I hate to make you miss me, But your boy gotta do what he gotta do you
some weddin vows LAME NIGGA! u shoulda known dat she wouldn't shit instead of spendin cheese u shoulda got dat bitch slick NOW! [chorus x2] its all about survival do or
all made this beef related One less person to judge, just one more problem alleviated (HUH?) [Chorus] [Joe Budden:] Ya mean, uh, fruck's goin on? Yeah! Listen I'll stand before your honor