hold on
make the world raise up hold my ground stay tough,
see them niggaz they bluff, I cut they motherfuckin face up.
slicin em deep, gettin rough rougged n row, fuck a beat
hail or sleet, neva pray fo the weak leave em to sleep
cause its murda death kill, in my will to survive, writtin down i wanna die, the reasons i'm alive only lord knows why,
so i put to the side my questions for god, and i continue to ride with so much hate inside, fuck pride
my decisions alone puttin bitchz in fear, leavin moarin mothers at home sheddin tatoo tears,
my teen years, riddin with my pistol close in hand, givin toast gettin ghost
another sucessful plot unplanned, develope a scam in poliminary rounds hear the gather of fans.
the truth of the youth made me wickedly sick, spit out shit like a trick, hell or high water, dont like my hit, suck my dick
i got scandiolus deeds to feed yo wife n yo daughter,
damn shit caught up, now i'm dodging rounds like the transporter.
but this shit gettin drastick, bets believe you get yo ass kicked,
body wrapped in elastic, build a cotton candy casket, murder weapon nothing but plastic, results of you gettin blasted, bastard
i'm mashin n stashin, like cameras glocks be flashin, no more fuckin askin, bitch pussy nigga keep jackin