I don't need your brave new ideas. They fall like rain. So worthless. But I can't dodge these shit bombs as they drop. They're smashing down into my
Look no further than your front lawn and you can never go wrong. Maxed stagnation. Falling down deeper into a portal to another world. Can't turn back
I think there's something wrong when I see a victim of somebody's corporate schemes. I think there's something fucked about a walking billboard ready
We all fighting for the scraps that they throw us so you'd better be under the right table. You'll live like shit and you'll die like shit. Because they
useless. It's the judgement that counts. It's what defines us and what dictates our bounds. The fortress has been built so high and so strong that it can crush any rival
Believe me - I hear you. You're making my ears bleed. You're trying so hard but is there really such a fucking need. What the fuck does it matter? What
back The city outer limits, found a house in thickets Heard a shout and a shot rang out to witness The foulest dead, disembowelled with gizzards Their rival
a JACKASS Probably a BACHELOR with QUEER EYE for straight ass I'm no APPRENTICE I landed a DREAM JOB In a scene where each mob on the streets with teams
them I'm just another 'male negro suspect' A threat to the powers that be You got sweet talk for my sister, but it sours at me Cause you see the black man as a rival
last. They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast." Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob
do, huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We do it 'cause its real--fuck a title. It's all about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. And you
in the street you better run and cover 'cause if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill motherfucker [Lil' Rob] It's the Lil' Rob Known like the mob 'cause
last They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast" Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too It always seemed they got caught between the mob
shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This
play the ballad of a dead soldier The plan, to take command of the whole family Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned All my road dawgs, official mob
and you won't ever miss A simple wish is all I need and thats gone do the job Get you set up get you wet up like the fucking mob A simple wish from my
givin 'em a 100% Stuck with the skrilla with Baby and Wayne again Bizzy, you know my name, my name Number with the game, survival of a rival Never compete
s that fool in a 6 2 Impala Heard it throught the vine You was mad cause I'ma baller I'ma tell you how it is When I thug through these streets I mob with
