So it still goes on We're all fighting for truth and searching for a way To lift ourselves FROM THIS HATE Sometimes we rise just to fall back down
go the villain Mad 'cuz your revenue stopped from drug dealin' Mad at me 'cuz I'm makin' shit, them thug's feelin' Hold my dick, nigga, spit that verse
I mean, you motherfuckin' crybabies? Get in line punk, you should be studyin' your odds Instead of studyin' me That's how you lost your first job, punk
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo
This is dedicated to all my little brothers, little homies, yo check it out [Verse 1] Man you 21 now and I still can believe it Been living on your own
niggas Well, I cant tell you 'bout them Otha niggas But man niggas gotta nigga pushin' shovin' Mean muggin' coakin' back and bustin' niggas Y'all betta back off me 'cuz y'all punk
maker, soon as my ink strike the paper Its the trilogy of terror, don't step outside your area Heavy verses cause curses, and worsens Some'll search this
m fed up (aw, shit) [ verse 2 ] Whether it's the hot, warm, cool or cold season Pigs be fuckin with a nigga for no reason You're just gettin home from work And gotta get searched
Drama lord [ VERSE 1: Billy Danzini ] Billy Danzini is known to the world as a drama lord Beat more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud If you'
Queens shit, we bring the thug shit for real nigga You know how we do, y'all know how a nigga bring it Straight direct at you kid (Kool G Rap Verse
bitches, there go the villain Mad 'cuz your revenue stopped from drug dealin' Mad at me 'cuz I'm makin' shit them thug's feelin' Hold my dick nigga spit that verse
VERSE Illegal guns They roam the night In hungry hands Waiting to bite The first sign of Any food in sight Youths in the dark Searching
im low for my P.O We pop up at 12 just to search the condo G-unit is the gang man, niggas go hard So my hearts gone colder than Atticans yard [Verse
on the corner son (aiyyo word? ) these niggaz is rappin, kickin raps n shit Can't tell these niggaz they ain't hype They punk smoove bullshit, just meet
Verse One: 6 'n tha mornin' police at my do' *door knocking* Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom flo' Out my back window I made my escape Didn't
praise VERSE Illegal guns They roam the night In hungry hands Waiting to bite The first sign of Any food in sight Youths in the dark Searching for
m fed up (Aw, shit) [ VERSE 2 ] Whether it's the hot, warm, cool or cold season Pigs be fuckin with a nigga for no reason You're just gettin home from work And gotta get searched
get wet when it's pourin Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin Run up in ya crib without a search warrant Chorus [Verse
