a child? whatever your reason is you don't reflect your anger on your kids... -born to suffer... abused... born to suffer... tourtured... born to suffer... beaten... born to suffer
beside me through my trials in this life of crime We divorced so many times I forgot to count I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house Remember back
hit a baby but the bullet was meant for another Goodbye sister, father, brother, mother It's okay mom cuz your baby didn't suffer Your baby didn't suffer
them hotlines, like a physic, I can't explain it There's no pen when I write it, there's nothing like it.. God damn, what you want from me, what you want me
them Bone niggas' rebels. Playa!... Yeah!... Nigga! [Chorus] [Krayzie Bone:] They don't wanna see me shine! Everybody wanna sound like Bone though come back
of fighting] [Intro: sampled] I'm the warrior chief. I'm the merciless God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe. Fuck with me and you will suffer
, the livest borough, we thorough [Casine Kelly:] Cops harass me, chase it down, try'nna bag me C.D. on the corners, stay cause I got a gun on me The
I see you! Tell me what you gon' do I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top We never
me life is hard like a track that I'm reppin' on Callin' for the freedom of the backs that you steppin' on Later for the pull up ya boot strap fastened Hard work got me
on me [Verse 2: Pooda] I'm commin deadlier than venom And I don't need no niggaz wit me I'm on a solo mission If you want me come get me These niggaz
for theses marks up in the Town you see cuz when I roll through a certian set it's all eyes on me. [Verse 2: Keek Tha Sneek] Give me the dutche handling
of gravities properties are on top of me, Can?t hold me back from taking a stab like Chopper Read, Can?t hold me back, I?m back around again like stalkers
only as dope as the listeners say you are [Hook] [Verse 2: Suffa] You can find me in the hills but you don't try me on this shit kid With rhymes that
facing the thought, it's hard to put ya finger on me But I'm ready for war so you can bring it on me See me only with my twin, walkin' with a suitcase
you was born with no umbilical cord I exhaust myself, when I compose I hemorrhage and suffer I write a paragraph and it takes me seven months to recover
envy eaten by jealousy you're killing me and everyone I know-o-o is killing you the seasons come from me and this was past on to me as a gift
, let's break these checks Well not just yet, it's still bigger things to get to Hit them before they hit you, believin' me, huh? I grab the grease to
They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell. You're playing with my time. Trying to jerk me hurt me then desert me. You better work me. While
