you dwell in your wooden cells [jacken] Gang insigina splits your familia Let me break it down mira You're slaying mothafuckas that look loke you do
us can change If we search deeper, God bless the hustler Curse the first sleeper Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside We we ride plots keep all my enemies
to increase my ends, enemies gettin' dropped Win or lose, red or blue, we must all stay true Play the game, nigga, never let the game play you And for
made my balls fatter Eat a dick, biatch, mercy, never that Have them say you comin' back, bring it on, forever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure an' the pain, you
faded I know I said it all before but now I mean it Visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear, I see it Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad
near you, street fame All out warfare, eye for a eye bustin' on my enemies bad boy killing (Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame) Straight dissing you, fuck Lil' Kim you
a ghetto near you, Street fame, bust Comin' to a ghetto near you, Street fame All out warfare, eye for a eye Bustin' on my enemies bad boy killin', straight dissin' you
if y'all real bout the situation Nigga, trust no mutha-fuckin body Let cha mutha-fuckin gun be ya friend, nigga 'cause ya enemy might be right next to you
steady now Proof is here, the world ain't ready now If you gay you gay, you straight you straight You violate today in the mistake you make, hey Are you
I hang And I just hope that it's on T.V. like Saddam Hussein And I just hope that you could be me for just one day Then you would get a better sense
, leave it for a demo tape to be played until it's broken then remembered only for what it was... that we gave 'em hell(repeated). To my friends and enemies
veins like hot shot of heroin You'll got cold turkey trying to work me It's like a pad lock, when you in the headlock Six in the morning and you didn'
streams of plastic love Feel the core that's melting down See the fools are wearing crowns Twist the blade you sank in me Sleep again with the enemy You
amputate What you created Nothing here is made of stone Where's it all gone wrong Tear up the plastic corners One by one now Enter the kindred where have you
then to my favourite hobby searching for an enemy here in your paper houses stretching for miles and miles old men in stripey trousers rule the world with plastic
plain to see you drive yourself crazy Why can't you be, why can't you be? It's plain to see you're the only enemy You got some stories you're afraid
got me drinking Without you there is no scope in the morning for me One of these days in the night Old enemies will come back to fight And since you
motherfuckin' house down, I guess you didn't know Home skillet, where ya been? Are you the boy in the plastic bubble? Ooh, you in trouble A tisket, a tasket, you