a taste Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
as i'm livin my horror dream Up-chucked a couple times then i finally took aim A man is chattin on his cell phone, i spattered his brain A lovely couple
Slice and a dice a extra nice, a writer from the deathest cypher Jersey believes 'em right, but Chain Gang with the sane slang Crazy, deranged, strange, with a
all physical torture Pull out fast in a Porsche upon a double-crosser My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low
I just kept swingin Twelve rounds comin, bells ringin (I run with trouble... trouble) Introduced to the game, when I was just a child Mama love a drug
Pillsbury I get the doe man I'll off ya head for a slice of bread I keep my word and I'm true to my peeps Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat I'm over
Russell Stover Move into the starting over house And know Matt Rouse and Chester Watching me achieve my dreams And we'll pray all damn day, every day
till everyone fall You get out of my way or you're subject to get killed without the clues I thought people should continues bouncin' A war right now
all (till everyone fall) You get out of my way or you're subject to get killed without the clues I thought people should continues bouncin A war right
. We gon crank this mug. Soutside motherfucker!!!! Chorus Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war! What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (made for) Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war! (war
Walk with me, ay if you hear me out there Walk with me, I get down on my knees every night and say Walk with me, yeah Walk with me, I'm goin' to war,
weather Me? I got a umbrella and a berretta I'm just tryin' to make sure my daughter future progressin' And behind that, I'm shootin' excessive, trust me The beautiful dead
does one fight? Good question right 'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half Bet that stops all the
one fight? (Good question right!) 'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half Bet that stops all the
could be like a mixer sometimes the fader switches Watchin as time passes to the last sand granular Put on to run the streets without a survival manual I move day to day
heads dwell Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted
my hand give me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chain that's your girl, bitch get over here, give me some brain I'll bust of on her
the point of reversing gravity Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me Stupidity's not allowed by me