Weight of the World

What what what what what! Chorus Holding the weight of the world, holding the weight of the world Weight of the world on my shoulders (rock, rock, rock, rock) [Verse 1 Buckshot] Yeah, I know you can relate to this shit right here, feelin like you got a lot of weight Sometimes you want to bomb never hesitate, bomb first, hold ya head up yo, get up yo Got all these stressed out niggas with firearms Prepare, get ready they about to bomb First one hit usually an innocent civilian Shot by the elevator dead up in the building I'm illin' of the chill I got Through my spine last night when I heard the shot Took flight, 'cause I know that the Gods is right Telling me you gonna make it when there's hard in life And the stripes that you gain through the streets is pain No matter how many motherfuckers is slain Hold your head son, maintain Fuck getting the tumour in your brain Mutherfuck the rumour that you on came(?) Simple and plain, like piece of the pie It's the hustle to get yours, Nigga I can't lie I'm addicted to the high life, the wild life Make the stress go by easy, when the bomb right Chorus [Verse 2 5 ft] The weight of the world is on my shoulder But, everyday I wake I find myself I'm getting bolder As I annihilate, plus dominate Thinking of ways to rise up, like a republican prominent In the bomb state of thinking Sometimes, life is like quicksand, if not watching your step You end up sinkin So pay close attention, don't be blinkin' 'cause you might miss the entire point of the words that we speakin' Chorus x 1 Holding the weight of the world (bomb first) Holdin the weight on my shoulder (booya!) [Verse 3 Buckshot] The weight o' the world's on my shoulder I'm never gettin younger, only gettin older As I, walk the streets with stress Hold my head, 'cause the more I finesse Tap the plate on my bullet proof vest, YES! I'm strapped in tight, 'cause I feel like some shit gonna happen tonight I been eyein' a lot of niggas, closin' up Eye on my jewellery, they frozen up (rock rock rock rock) want to stick me why? How come? Jealous 'cause my shit is sophis, I don't fuck wit' none of them Commercial rap get the Originno gunn clapp Believe me, stress on my brain, roll a sack of that Shit that'd make the devil dissolve Holdin the world spinning on my shoulders wit' no prob Chorus [Verse 4 5 ft] 5 o' cock on the dot. I, I'm up performing callisthenics While the muslims are making salot (?) And the Devil plots The pressures of life got me rock Plus my ambitions fired up, I just can't stop Been singing broke too long, time for a new song Rest in peace to 2strong(?), 'cause reddaman is still new born The world's been warned You get tooken out like a pawn in this game Or get caught flashin' and flossin' at fame But, trials and tribulations force me, to claim what's mine Plus blow mine, (mine!) meaning! What I work and struggle hard for To the end of my existence, yes I'll die for The rules and regulations, all God's laws Laying it down, under the ground Until the surface hardcore Pushin' to become a rich man once poor Tell you to your face, you ain't ready for the war (rock rock rock rock)