this way until the end Stand your ground Stand up and lead the pack Some people never try You feeling bad for yourself? then sit alone and cry Don't give up now, stand your ground
die of laughter Cause I know what these son-of-a-bitches are after Your mind and soul, if your blind and cold then your true sign is shown, then your
role, slowly disappear, oh But all these days, they feel like they're the same Just different faces, different names, get me out of here But I can't stand by your
broken bottles And my night stands are full of open bibles I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And these
the enemies of the world, won't let no territories homie You got to get up, get out and get something, that's what they told me Back in the days didn
the boy so mother fucking reckless, snatched the .. straight form the? ?zone 1, simpson street, niggers know we can get the beat! get it on these days
take you to the ground the tile kind of cold so I lay your towel down strike you on the flo slidin round i like them girls tall i tell em stand up and
still tryna battle me I go in they mouth like I'm the dentist lookin' for cavaties I don't know why your mans hyped you with that battery I'll hit your
they rush, stand my ground It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make some loot Gots to lock it down and when they rush stand on my own two I'm
these son-of-a-bitches are after Your mind and soul, if your blind and cold Then your true sign is shown, then your fuckin' mind is blown Son, fill your
my nerves drowned my folks away Swerving in the locomotive, far from my hopes and motives Back to boasting at shows to get a standing O From all the
cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches It's that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne What's my motherfuckin' name? Put a bullet in your brain Leave your
cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne What's my motherfuckin name? Put a bullet in your brain Leave your
niggaz Wherever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air And know that nobody there will compare to your
can't fuck around cause we dodge from 5-0 If you knew Then I guess it's your time to straight go While you layin' in the ground, I creep around and fuck your
Having visions of revenge on a darker nigga livin' within you Shoulda never sold your soul Want to pull 44 bullet holes On the surface of your dome And your
days, they are the highway kind They only come to leave But the leavin' I don't mind It's the comin' that I crave Pour the sun upon the ground Stand
