Journey

[A-Wax] Yo feel my flury Feel my fury Middle finger to the world Till I'm burried Heaven or hell Choose one or be a treat By seven I'm in a spell, bumpin' a beat Somethin' comes from deep within me Talkin' sickly, stictly, talkin' to me So possibly I could be goin' insane Snortin' this cane Stressed out like a muthafucka flowin' his pain Misunderstood by most Few people considered close It's a very thin line between foes and folks Slide up [?] and spokes, bangin' the curb Stumblin' out the driver side tamin' the Burg Mumblin' words, ready to reach Dawg I'm deadly wit heat Hold it steady I'll be A fuckin' nut, patna what Run up and get touched Sent him on a journey stretched out on a gurney I'm turnin' more savage as the days go by Think I'm headed for the flames Dawg, I ain't gon' lie It's a cold world full a sin What the fuck, what the fuck What the fuck are you supposed to do They after you and they want yo soul But it ain't nothin' you can do Wit that chrome 44 All the love in the world couldn't kill this rage And I simply love nothin' but this kill I blaze [Chorus: Woodie (A-Wax)] Let me take you on a journey (journey) Heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell) Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast) America, we ain't scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (darin' ya) Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area) Journey, heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell) Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast) America, we ain't scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (we darin' ya) Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area) [Woodie] That's the point ya existence I could feel these haters in a distance Plottin', schemin', dreamin' that they can get wit this Witness through the eyes of a survivor From these battlefields in the streets I was born a fighter And unlike many others I've been through this shit I've held a homie's hand Till he died and lost grip Homie rip, rest in peace Things we used to say but fuck that! That ain't enough I'm gonna ride to my grave Think I'm gonna pay for the actions that you make I'm way beyond the point of wonder why I'm [?] trait This goes to all my enemies Big or small, your up in the fault I got nothin' to loose I die or win it all Look my mind is like a brick wall Hard to penetrate This stuborn muthafucka that I am is ready to demonstrate You tend to fake Sucka you'll be the first to go 'cause I'm a lay it down, right now Woodie let ya know [Chorus] x 2 (pause between each chorus)