We want blood Cage match Barbed wire slash Weapons galore Blood on the floor Crowd scream for more gore We want blood!
Even catch me when I'm falling You're the closest one to me I surrender all to thee I want the whole wide world to see That we've always been and we
now how do you spose- We settle it, hit me in the nose, we'll see how it goes [Chorus x2] It's shear hustle, I bob, weave, deflate your beer muscles We
t it Norman? Serial killer hidin murder material in a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of our medicine out of our minds, and we want
what it feels like cause this is how I am in real life (mm-hmm) I don't want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice (uh-huh) How you gonna
and pipes Green lights so I'm seeing-seeing everything twice Pretty much of nothing nice (naw) we sucking it up Even when we get a job, we fucking it
a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him? Kill him
a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him? Kill
Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? [Bridge] We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We
me away Kill me slowly, I'll never be the same And I feel immortal and I want to make you feel the same So stand by me as we immolate We can burn in
I'll still want more Sedation, now, is what I need So I don't have to live with me Slavery is still alive Somebody's prayin' Take anything you want Just
off (blaaoow!) Special delivery Jam cause with ghetto misery when I’m killabrese of canine Last name heard it through the grapevine Killing your blood
passanger, the last griever You don’t lone my squad? Fuck ya’ll, we don’t love your ass neither Way off the meter (rampage) Yo bus, me and spliff, we
Just search and destroy never question a lie You don't want to bite the bullet boy you don't want to die Don't try to tell me that you couldn't kill a
, go 'head 'n fuck shorty you know I can keep a secret I'm about to have you drivin' probably a Benz, but we gotta stay friends Blood out, blood in
you're coming from? Yonkers is where we grew Trials we got through On top is where we staying Till the end, as long as we'll pray On Hot 97 ya
don't hear me though, uhh, but they don't but they don't... I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked a
in my hand, stone in my hand Ain't got nothing but the stone that's in my hand You say you want a revolution, well, get on board We'll start a new crusade, we
