If there were somthing so loud and clear It would have been bought and sold We travle the space ways and doom the space of men and doom the space we'
there's nothing left call this 13 out of 13 motherfuckers, hahahahah i'm just playing with niggers man when yo all hear what i got, oh my god, hahahaha
just get they whole body laced up With bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words, man and you will get touched You could put your whole army against my team And
the B's and the C's, 13's and the kings They greens in the pen Steady duckin the police, ain't a friend Til they take me to hang and they fill me with
And life is a bitch but god forbid if i leave her Hated in my city since the day that I remeember But i ain't ever tired of these kids like Angelina And
my year 2012 13 and 14 and 15 16, 17, yeah 18 I'm here Yeah it's young Soulja TellEm I spit that crack I put it in the bag and I make that sale Young
and hold on to me. If my little mocking bird don't sing, Then daddy won't buy her no diamond ring. Dear God, would you send me a child? Oh God, would
Carrots/This Is Necessary/ Phone Call) ..And the Angel Of The Lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher
into the house and lay 'em down Bring you the head of every victim man, woman, child I will not deceive you God said I'll never leave you And since I
time you wrote a ryhme and people adored you? and now you say one ting the breeder will scortch you, thats why we resort to all the violence and torture
since I was 13 I learned how to sew and sewed shut my own booty hole cause I aint took no sh-t since I looked down to my nuts and saw my first pubic grow
bout lyrics all they wanna hear is a beat and thats it long as they can go to the club and get blitz pick up some chicks and get some digits and the
like agua and I'm cold like a ski beat Lawd... got them hood niggas quotin my bars And them bloggers like oh my gawd... Smokee robinson, earl james, and
, war, famine, and flood Watching Pan's Labrynth while I'm unraveling bud Gambling on the next rapper to die in the hood If God shall choose that artist
the stomach Nobody wants a little tight ass! 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and get them sit-ups right and Tuck your tummy tight and do your crunches like this
two to The Matrix, I'm atheist Only God is my gauges and the clip is my church Show the beginnin and the end when I'm spittin my verse Voodoo curse brought
-blue Like God's first draft of the sky Balls it up for something new And if you got somethin' better Than I'm listenin to you If you got somethin' better
true to the blue Southside 13, what about you fool? Run and hide and get out your map Leva motherfuckers from the other side to the tracks I never forgive and
