Young Buck:] Now if it's beef - Lord hear 'em and let the wall start (nigga!) Do watch it do best - have a Change Of Heart! (Yeeeaaah!) Your men depressed
you grow up, thrive, prosper and self destruct/ Find the jewel in circumstances that sucked but still you stuck/ A husband and a father, a brother and a
wool over your eyes Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog is broken dreams flying away on
merciless, rugged on impact Explosive, leavin' nuttin' but rubber with a spinback Snap a photo with your camera, capture the stamina Hand it to a amature
far to loc This time you crossed the wrong click Beware your murder's all on my mind Plus satan's inside Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic
world's broken neck grasped in his hands. Dark secrets unlocked by a verbal key. Promises once mocked are fulfilled fatalities precede. Screams distorted with blood
Flies By Your Hand the Zamanu dies Drink, drink, the Blood of the Ancients Me-Zu Me Pa-Ku-Ku-De-Hul (Your Divine Ordering Principle is a Divine Order
I probably bumping in blood A fast thug fin to lose his life, motherfucking nigga from Texas Steady with the dumb plexers, by the hand when I'm kicking your
to loc This time you crossed the wrong click Beware your murder's all on my mind Plus satan's inside Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9 Burnin
-gorged Field of Blood. Thus was the spell of confinement woven countless aeons ago by Angsaar's immortal nemesis broken, and on that fateful day the
Cause you don't listen to my lyrics enough" At night from a satellite view the city's a heart The red and white blood cells are the lights on cars From
bite tell your man what kind of flower's you like So Bloodshed A yo, mellow my nigga Yo, just get on the mic and pull the emcee trigger [Bloodshed:] A yo Blood
happen? Just a helpless bystander waving your flag in mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think
your eyes and you always help me see/ Inspiration in your innocence and the future in your face/ I write these songs so I can make your world a better
think of Hyde, Every time they find a spine in the creek, Keep your ass in your seat, Before I cause a massively, Cracking of your hands and feet, Feed
, rugged on impact Explosive, leavin' nuttin' but rubber with a spinback Snap a photo with your camera, capture the stamina Hand it to a amature, show
1] My low gold on your chest Right about your breast Aint nothing realer in this world then a thugs currest May god bless every thing your hands can