and a pouring rain Into the night Bottoms up, you'll feel no pain And there's no turning back tonight There's no turning back tonight We're bullets tonight Loaded bullets
to die. waiting for the final bullet. no time, just crime. you blame them. convicted by the conspiracy to commit. your life rut got you down. no salvation
fall to hells depth As I watch and see all our progress regress as what goes up comes down never the less We're stung by the horror, cold hearts with
why they fuckin wit the wrong nigga, y'know? It's like.. Why you fuckin wit the wrong nigga.. I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers Learned my
Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto' Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo' Stashbox by the dashbox incase they want war Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
I need mo' I need shit out the sto' Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo' Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
do, I think I need a head Shrink Every time a killin' is done, I write it down in blood not ink I always wanna take my own life, put a bullet in my dome
fuk da law tools on deck wit tech's and da sawed-off shots 2 ya neck wats left get hauled off got em shot em bullets bouncin lossen blood by da ounces
doesn't have any color Well it does down here mother-{fucker} And now they talk about, rebuildin where nothin is workin (nothin!) Just lawyers gettin more contracts by
know the street theory I can't let the competition near me I hate em' dearly I'm so out of control in my life Live by the sword and die by the knife My
keep chillin' cause I'm peelin' like Matt Dillon On Gunsmoke, but I ain't the man of the law I'm livin' raw, smokin' weed by the nuts with cough And pullin
now a days its me and my economy and if it aint about no bread playa don?t bother me on top of ya?ll, I got the law on top of me wanted for a robbery
, she hold it down on her own She hold me down at the crib, hold me down while I'm gone She hold me down as a kid, hols me down while I'm grown *I can
What the fuck, pop? What's with the fizz-plop I'm like, I can't put him down but the shit don't stop Worked at a law firm, for lack of fear I wrote a
my mile tempo Boy dem blind n ain't dat so Like 5 0 5 0 Im also quick If I ad my presto's STOP Sonic booms sonic booms Down dat old road Boy der hot
demonstrators disperse in total confusion Some vomit most suffocate Irritated and irate Eyes burn sweat and tears mix Flesh bruised by plastic bullets
make you hear what I hear I don't think you're ready but it's a brand new year I got love for you motherfuckers, even you haters Listen to me put it down
I can shake down, Passed the Mississip, I swim in the great lakes now, Made it this far, but I still cant escape now, Law ran in, Back in the A town
