road Storm blowin' down the wrong tree And Leroy bleeds near death on the fourth night In a blues dance, on a black rebellious night, it's War amongs
to Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
, Italy, France and Japan It'll give you a lift, no need to sniff No butts, no how's, no why's or if's It's you I defeated, they'll say you retreated
the nose on the Glock fam Give you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man High roller dose some hoes on
You can't swap them for a life time of love - or the wonders you could have known It's easy to be confused with all that's going on These years are
where this coward at? We leave a couple niggaz layin', bet them bitches holla back Ever since Yayo been home it's been on Smackin' niggaz up, employers is gettin' sent home On this battlefield, you know, it's
refuge? Against my team, I run with some of the best dudes That's done it, did it, plus niggaz got kids and shit Put you under pressure, make you forfeit What's going on
on foreign lands Germany, Italy, France and Japan It'll give you a lift, no need to sniff No buts, no how's, no why's or if's It's you I defeated, they
could say it and win Some niggas are full time, some play and pretend So fuck that, no apologies on the issue if it offends you It?s meant to, it?s that
goin' just knowin' that it's alright [repeated simultaneously with hook] (8x) Why they keep on hatin' on me dog I don't know no Outro (4x) Why they keep on hatin' on
's just one thing that I, would like to say (Sharp) There's just one thing that I, would like to say (Yes, y'all, watch out) There's just one thing that
it all out Let it all out Let it all out Let it all out I bust the Alize on ice on down to Beck's brew I got more fame than Dana Dane I hold mics like
you losers I knew my longevity confuse ya Big paper game, come on run into these flames Recognize the power of the royal King James Phantom Menace, that's
Kruger] Time the fuck out! I got a illegal defense on the wack MC Number four, you can't be doin that shit Hold on God, peace God, hold on, hold on (Killa
smokin out of O's so speculation cause im hardly ever home (yea) Easy to say but how we sposed to move on When we goin through the pressure and our brother o's
holdin a microphone That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone Like James Brown I'm a DIE on the microphone
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