I?m so tired Tired of waiting Tired of faking And tired of pretending I?m fine I?m fine It?s Friday night and I?m tied to the telephone Waiting on your
that He saved a place in heaven So I pray every day for my soul He take up Gettin' my hustle in every day, each day When I would get on my knees and
He lived by his motto, his honor was true Sturmbahnfuhrer Skorzeny I salute you (Repeat Chorus) For the green of my land For the blood and the soil My
[Shemin] I feel the pain in my heart I must ride I escaped but I won't lose my pride My horse shall lead my way to Andoria town From there I can contact
what I keep in the trunk of my Jag Surprise nigga respect due when I deliver Respect on the mic, we in this for life For the street thug to my brother
hearts are steeled against the fiery gates of hell no shot or shell can still our mighty song can still our mighty song your honor in my heart oh falling
the river the freshness of the dawn Oh, my god, where was I... A land where my my dreams rule Where hopes of victory become reality for every man That
echoes in the mountains through the sky. The oath to keep it true forever in my mind. See the spikes on my leather dress and the patches on my denim vest
allegiance to them And the four spoke the words of the warriors prayer Gods of war I call you, my sword is by my side I seek a life of honor free from
the worm that he'd bring me something to cook I felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can on my pole with a note from the worm attached that read
cold reservoir to liquor Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it boosts your esteem I never lend span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh So do your
feel like you was poison bitten Ha, yo, I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga This be your
Verse Victory i envision, so my mission is to win. One look at my arm she like wizzle where your skin? Hating niggas talk, hear they whispers in the
all to oblivion, but fear not! This hell is only a test of your faith and resolve. The power of Magica did not vanish in fire. On the third day I will
by you I am the object of your affection Your favors surround me, as a shield And the first thing that people come in contact with, is my favorite shield
I wont sign it No, I will not go, even thou that blow knocked me on the flo' But you aint seen the last of me, turn your back on me But you'll regret
nightmare My blood is Gods' blood Father of my ancestors Is my father I erect my temple On bloody battlefield On wings of my Revenge and hatred Stained
