Lyrics:
Fountain to Bed-Stuy there's nothin we'll let slide boy we know they fakin
Tryna reach the people from Killeen out to Copenhagen man we gettin so impatient
some Bloods over there
To pop and bang
Yeah I'm talkin' HardenIt'll be more red
In Jersey than a Rocket's g you so trash
The way you rap now is old Cass'
The nurse's crooked grin was seen from a distance
A blood-filled syringe is the last thing I'd see
The hospital burned down; filled with smoke and debris
Pull aim shoot spray when shit is heated there's no time to play
Swerving like a Rip Stick aim with precision with the blick Then cock it
Boom Boom
got to have strength
If you're gonna survive past 110th
Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
The emergency ward is capacity filled
If you're not careful faith in anything but self
Can be amusing, right
So, when my mind is attacked
I just plead the blood
But Satan just expose my
that boy there: he done dead, he done buried, not there: go
on Mary don't worry
I'm dead to my sin but alive unto Christ by the price of his blood
Just like I told you, you must learn
It's calm yet wild the style that I speak
Just filled with facts and you will
Never get weak in the heart
In
singing
And the messages is filled with hate
But I won't break, I don't break
I don't break
You haters can't stand it
But I'm G Unit branded
Thats what I
There's a hole inside my head where all the thoughts break out
Sometimes my flesh is filled with forgetfulness and doubt
It's easy to feel separate, no
you're not careful faith in anything but self
Can be amusing, right
So, when my mind is attacked
I just plead the blood
But Satan just expose my lack
He
now
I think the noose is already tight
And I am suicidal, and it will end
By my hand
The sorrow has filled my soul
No reason to live, anymore!
there the last time a king
A lover of the Lord
Who shall hold rule not or long
He shall leave two sons
The first is named after the first letter
with swolen tummies
That’s funny cause africa’s filled with yellow gold
Every single colour of the rainbow is a metaphor
For rich and for poor for peace
swims
I got stains on my timbs, I'm steppin' on your severed limbs
There's no need to discuss, the scab filled with puss
Guns 'are Us (*Gun cock*), so
on the outside
Them CO niggaz they keep the jails high
I kept my green cup filled with Bacardi
In the day room chillin with goons
It ain't only crime
hole it rots and grows
Maggot larva sprouting like a rose
They crawl inside your shaft to feast and spread
Drenching the floor with my blood by clawing
decisions is something you gotta live with/
Fountain of truth I'm tryna give you a quick sip/
Im done chillin with niggas I cant build with/
That's where all
of the life I led
Am I gonna have my body filled with lead
My brain is stuck between trying to kill me
or take me away from the violence
Cacophony is still
smooth right there
Blood diamonds sitting real chunky in my right ear
Killas, skin your ass with no contracts
And little niggas got nowhere to hide but
to have your goals
But if God ain't in the midst then what your digging is a hole..
Off the top like Kennedy on the knoll
On my 4 by 4 i scribble scripture
must that I bust then may the Lord be with us as we ride
Maybe it's time the precincts fall
There's blood soaked walls in all of their halls
I'm not
[Intro: GZA]
This is a tale of a town with the population
Of approximately two thousand people
They small close in their community with crime
Come and drink from the fountain
Flowing down from heaven's mountain
Pure and free
And when you come to the river
It is sure to deliver
All you need
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