Lyrics:
I'd rather be lonely and in pain
Then be surrounded by my enemy with joy to gain
I'd rather be rich in spirit than poor in fame
I'd take a one way
and goes by, surprise!
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you
broke, I'ma die or be rich
Plotting revenge on my enemies
See nothing but hunnids ahead of me
I gotta get it by any means
Plotting revenge on my enemies
Sometimes ain’t life about a bitch
Sometimes I dream that I was rich
Sometimes I wish for my enemies to Win sometimes I don’t wanna wake Up Again
Hardcore Sinista
Written by J. Robinson, J. Holliday
Performed by The Bizczar Sinista
I wanna give a shout to Onyx and 100 Mad Niggahs
One gun,
the enemy
The declaration written by our founding fathers claimed that all are created equally, and yet
The lack of commitment to this vision has a created
on the belt, sip by myself
Stay away from suckers 'cause they bad for my health
Blew a kilo in Cavalli oh I think I need some help
These niggas screamin' rich
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
enemies out of friends
Killing thousands, hundreds and tens
If only they could lead
The world to peace and prosperity
See dem fake leaders
Now let me
They walk a path that's not mine
Never was or ever will be
Fulfilling prophecies hobble knees of mc's
Set to breath the rich air of mediocrity
And so
Gotta watch my back
Devil better get behind my back
I see signs like the Zodiac
Gotta pit crew that's right by my side
When I get off track
I'm stronger
[Chorus]
I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips
Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip, we get rich
Love for my disciples, love for my
frenemies
Friends want your downfall frenemies
Haters hating on you enemies
Tryna survive by any means
Wolf in a sheep skin frenemies
Friends want your
Robinson
Killing the hate while all these niggas underestimate
Not selling you weight not selling you fake
Tried to tell you I'm greatness in the making
gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your damn ho
The enemy is right here G, them foreigners never did shit me
All of those
the rich the enemy, and take their cheese
Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty
Live happily, ever after in laughter
Hah, never seen Cristal
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
for you? (we riders!)
My name manifest pain to my enemies
Holler see-Murder and bring bitches to their knees
Violent killers ready for blood marches
rich,
bein' extra sneaky not leavin' thumb prints,
there was little Mac killin' packs of fun dip,
and my people that been with us since the young kid,
rich rulers and kings
They gather their armies around His holy hill
And as we ready for battle our hearts remain still cause...
The Lion roars from His
of privilege
And there's your telltale fingerprints
On the pastis bottle in his fridge
And your diplomatic number plates
Just seem a trifle rich
Pack up that
Spurs Go
Hear me in the front row
RC Buford
Spurs up bigger than Houston
Dream team
David Robinson
Towers Twin
George Gervin
No xman
Iceman cool
Finger
the hustler, curse the first sleeper
Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside
We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded
Time will soon show, a thought
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
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