Best to stay out of my way, Out of my face, Out of my way, So many times you crossed my path, With clenched fists I made my way, Force fed so many
Перевод: Ужас. Out Of My Face.
understand why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad They even raped so we blazed they pad Automatic shots rang out
will never get this shit back Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (One love to my
Everything keeps getting worse The terror at home, the dread at school I mustn't count on much support I'm still locked out, it's up to me How to face
keeps getting worse The terror at home, the dread at school I mustn't count on much support, I'm still locked out; it's up to me, how to face the teasing
your brain like white people My music will dominate the population like black people Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts I capitalize on my
they'll get you for everythin even yo poor war grill yes nigga its survival out here these niggas don't even respect the bible out here it spirals out
's bitch up and go through changes, I had gun's before guns was in fashion, I mashed out before niggas knew mashin, I knew terror before the plane started
Plus it's only right to represent my hood and what not? So I'm about to do it in the music, in the movies Cut to the chase pan across to the face, I'
my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a voice sing out
not here too I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out I'm gone, I'm just gone But at least I author my own disaster At least I author my own disaster Performance
my crib out, can't shout F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth Threw me on the floor, called my girl a whore Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for
want it? My skill got you haunted, my ski-mask got ??? (Marc Live) Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we blastout The wrong move, show improve you assed out
comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits Styles guns my