Lyrics:
controlled the script
It should be called
A man had said once
I came here for one thing
My momma said upset the setup
I was born for this
I been recording it
you niggaz dry heave
This is my speed I been here from the first day
y'all niggaz can't take our spot, y'all just valets
[Ludacris:]
Motherfuckin
this shit wasn't meant for a reason
Let it cry
I been hurt you could see in my eyes
Mom in tears cuz her son might of died
Im here by myself and it's
This one goes out to all the creepers
This one's for you creepers
From fuckin' Spose (Spose)
Wells, Maine in the house
Look it is alright if you're
right)
Yeah
And and this one is goin out to my man 2Pacalypse
Cause we been all around the world
And it's still the same song
(Do my thing)
sit
Too right with a man, living a life for
Supply and demand, I would rather die
Than sit here and do that, oh yeah and god
I don't even get what he's
fingerling
Give dem one by one they never feel like this
Like nah turn by turn no dey buga me no
Man keep on running
Man keep on chasing money
Steady on my
gettin a raise to the slaughter house an I'm about to order out
"We Phuqin hang them, we hang rebels around here Anubis"
I said my sword is my tongue
at myself
There's an easy fix to the way that I felt
Look into my mind
It's lying lying but fine
It's mine I have a great time
Is not what happened
Read
Only thing I care about is who gon' get you home
My cigar full of this weed, so I can switch the tone
We stumbled to my house drunk, is anybody home?
(Roach and rapper arguEing)
My house is fine, I ain't got time
For roaches over here
Came home from a hard days work
And found they drank all my beer
My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville Barracks Number 8
I always done an honest jobas honest as I could
I
throat cut
And everything that we took from the warehouse
I heard somebody talking 'bout it at the White House
Man, I thought you said that this job was
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
messiahs
It was all a lie
Mystery babylon, tumbling down
Satan's establishment crumbling down
This is the year that I come for the crown
Bury my enemies
madness
He said he wants beef commot for there
I stand ten toes when I say my shit
Business is done, guy, man, make it split
This beat be hard, give way,
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
raised by the old school
Plus I don't got that auto tune plugin on my Fruity loops
I told myself I got to be the greatest in my city dude
Look at all these
understand
And you can expect persecution cause this world is not your friend
Man
Look, Seek death to your flesh only request
Every time that Satan call your
when you talk to your kids
And I already know what they first words is
This nigga is crazy vtizzel go skitz, bitch
Wonder how it look when you finally go
about me
[Chorus]
(Ed. note-I'm not too sure about any of this verse)
Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death
With
this right here, is our introduction
I know neither the hour nor the day in which the sun sets
All I know is I gotta get this off of my chest
Where are
I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up
ram, man the ramparts
My deepest sympathies if you
Worked for Transtar
Chances are your parts are going
Home in jam jar
Is there anyone out there but
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