Furious Styles. Life Lessons. On Blast (D.W.C.). Zeneszám

So you wanna hero. A martyr or a king for a day. Well too little too late. Now your hate sealed your fate another cry for attention another weak quest for fame. Don't try to challenge my fam. Forever runnin' the game like it ain't been tried before. So let us show you the door. You wanna come back for more you'll end up bleeding on the floor. Hear one more word from you I'll put you in the fuckin' ground This is my life and I refuse to let you tear it dodw. So now you drown. It's time to show you the definition of family. We wear the crown! Your faulty words can never take that away from me. So now you drown! An was it worth for your 15 minutes of fame can't bring me down! You said your piece but was it really worth the priced you paid. Know the name. Keep it out your mouth. Wise up because you've already seen the aftermath. We're too far down opposing paths. no rest until y ou're laid to rest. Your crys fall upon ears of the deaf. You get no respect and now it's time you left. No respect! Time you left! Get out!!!