lead the hollow! For my enemies, Fighting is salvation on guard, You don't deserve my hate! For my enemies, I spit on your defense! Scars in my head, Stars for
my money bring My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail You peoples got pleany money actin like they ain't got bail I feel for you niggas gettin
im more than a criminal im sick inside my mind Army of one of one of one of one is my clique My mind is my gun my lyrics is my bullets so watch me as
lady who read my tarrots My GAT spit Still I shed the tears of a saint My hearts passion Painting pictures that's mad graphic After my words are said My
to change my atmosphere I guess it's time for me to face my fears, Lord tell me where do I go from here [Hook:] Tears flowing down my face Still won'
Fifth Ward "Balls and My Word" had me ridin through Fifth Ward Lookin for the Rap-A-Lot office Tryna kick a flow and hopin Rap-A-Lot offers me a deal
don't fuck with Dap, I dance with my track You bust you neen, I bust my nena back Rhymes sharp like thumbtacks, with enough contacts To blow my enemies
And all around the world, I leave my enemies broken Like toot, toot, toot, you hear their families hopin With tooooot, death is all I got to give I said my
Droppin' bombs for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I tear em apart Swear on my pops, no fear in my heart Shit
gravel on top of me And all my playaz go to wakes so the next nigga can take my place And try to invade my space Make enemies search for God like Ma$e
uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back When I tear through new school, all y'all records is whack I'm from Q, for Quiet Killers and U know
Through, the heartaches and tears and pain I would never ever change I'd always stay the same I aim to be the shit when I spits my verse I gets my point
Swing it.. [VERSE 1: Laquan] Swing blue and sweat black a massive strain is on my brain 400 years of pain are flowing through my veins The fight is for
door But all the goin find is some ghetto dope So come on, so would you just let a bitch live Stack my ends and raise my kids Ride my benz, flow my ice
fake ass bastard Admiring my style so I bust through Manhattan Since plottin, plan the quickest, my flow is the sickest My hoes be the thickest, my dro
sides at all times Detroit we just fly [Royce] Whoa, pause for a second for the flow Hands up for my niggas from the D A momment of silence for my enemies
something for all y'all who like to battle niggas for fame VA gon' tear y'all other spots out of the frame My name alone will have you gaspin' I be dashin