Theres a war going on outside, no man is safe from You could run but you cant hide forever From these, streets, that we done took You walking with your head down scared to look You shook, cause aint no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town Its similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cops control They better have the riot gear ready Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady By the mac one-double, I touch you And leave you with not much to go home with My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action If Im not at home, puffing lye relaxin New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed, put us together Its like mixing vodka and milk Im goin out blasting, taking my enemies with me And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowing how to act Im falling and I cant turn back Or maybe its the words from my man Killer Black That I cant say so its left a untold fact, until my death My goals to stay alive Survival of the fit only the strong survive
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 17:23:14 +0000