Tell me lies later I haven?t got the time I?ve dealt with enough I?ve dealt with too much there?s blood in my eye and the damage is done handled with
see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down, huh? Less talk, more head right now, huh? And my eyes more red than the devil is And about
high, I'm closin in Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon Pissin on your beons, for decades and
start dyin It's all because we're lyin History books that teach hate A kid has no escape From the racist fate And pretty soon South Africa Will stop chillin And
dreads long Blood gang, red zone And I'm with Jay Sean Put ya lighters in the air Let 'em burn into the sky And let everybody know That you're with it and
how to eat her and beat her Niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex 'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex And I lounge on Lex' and I love sex And I wave techs
for the people Who walked from the rubbel And sob for the ones left below? Did you burst out in pride For the red, white, and blue And the heroes who
." "What was that!" I said and quickly giggles spread infection in the room. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop!" I said but it seemed to spread and spread. "Stop
wid thugs gotta get to the smug Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud And all across my face was the red that lay in blood Dodging the who
i think not im laughing to the damn bank with all that guap and all that stops when i block and pop up here listen up and pay attention S -Bz's here and
to split that, shouldn'ta did that In and out with the quickness Now what could make the brother stop? Nothin', well maybe if the rubber pop And even
you get to feelin' better And I just need some time to drink So I'll fill my gut with that blood red wine Until my insides swim and my veins unwind
and Red & blue lights and squad cars is all I'm seein' I told you motherfuckers "No moves, no altercations" Now it's half a tank a gas and a hostage situation
hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog And you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the
) Packin a truck stop to train a back in we big flip jug we tote it off the forklift the way my blood kickin ya think
highwayman's farewell And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood" I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that
I slang this hope sh-t and give you lines that you rewind and think oh sh-t these rappers talk a lot of money, cars and hoes sh-t I give you that and
cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone Yeah, this is my home sweet home Three card molly, another man to fool Whites will stop at the red lights, to
