Our time apart has taught me That we cant be together, Our time apart has taught me, That be cant be forever You told me you'd be there You told me
I promise she gon' throw that ass on me, yeah She gon' be gone, gone, yeah, yeah, yeah 'Cause I'm gon' take her to the crib, have her feelin' like a kid
No you don't hold grudges against those who hold blood love You know his renegade escapades can all be traced where he comes from There were times he
to get rid of me!!! Y'all must be kiddin me!! Y'all must be kiddin me!!! Aiyyo fuck the whole industry!!! Come on!!! Staten Island! Come on! Hold me down
on pyramids, flossin I don't really gotta talk son I can get lost and sit back livin off endorsements I'm a pro, kid Why you actin like you don't really
? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on the trigger
penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid on
game got me, hold up Here we go again Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs And the bad *** all on him 'Cause the cars that
on top, I aina??t a Rockefeller, but I hold up the rock, and then aina??t nobody going stop, me, From doing my thing in like big talk. On my body I cana
wouldn't hurt you I pistol whip that nigga 'til his face was purple I need anger management, see I hold on new broads The same way I hold on to that
Now he got jealous and mad at my shine Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid Mega, for the record, you could suck
Your wife's in my custody One false move and you'll find her body in the sea That's the voice of the kid, that's the kidnapper I do my work and then
' bottles in the alley On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot Pace 1 dies with both eyes on
Garage As I rung the bell someone tapped me on my back I turned around to look it was a rookie in a mask He said, "I got a itchin' on my trigger Don't move
Seven o'clock in the evening Watchin? somethin' stupid on TV I'm zoned out on the sofa When my wife comes in the room and sees me And she says, ?Is this
Hook: The souljahs marching on prepared for war The souljahs marching on prepared for war Verse 1: Layzie Bone The cycle continues look what I've been
, die The Souljahs marching on prepared for war The Souljahs marching on prepared for war The Souljahs marching on prepared for war The Souljahs marching on
