you! Yet so hungry and angry. Angry! Such a feeble attempt to break me. Break me! I'm calling you out so eat me. Belly! Eat me, belly! Crucifier, I'll
brainwashing you! Yet so hungry and angry. Angry! Such a feeble attempt to break me. Break me! I'm calling you out so eat me. Belly! Eat me, belly! Crucifier
a son to stay free. I'm thugged out. Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me. Scarred but still breathin. Believe in me and you could see the victory. A warrior
middle of the shoot out, I'm tighting clips Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs (I do this) You catching my drift representing with my section on my belly
(feat. Ras Kass, Saafir (Golden State Warriors)) Ah, I don't wanna hear shit Get off ya motherfucking ass It's right now, right now, right here And we
around, we created the zero But we mean nothing to you, you would believe That we are just some mystical tale We are just a swollen belly that gave birth
[Intro] All points in the region related gangsterish Serving dark dishes of true pimp horror Warriors stormy nights on leathery wings Sexy sirens in dreams
make our children (We request to negotiate) Martyrs than murderers (We come to you unarmed) We'd rather make our children (We desire to communicate) White Flag Warriors
We on the grind in Georgia All the time, it ain't Nothin' on my mind but Georgia We ain't playin' witcha Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of
't seen white trash before?) A bunch of rowdy white boys with nothing left to live for A bunch of rowdy white boys who live their whole life poor Theirs bellies
I see them gathered, see them on the shore I turned to look once more And he who knows me not Takes me to the belly of darkness The tears run swift and
in the middle of the shoot out untighting clips Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff,I do this you catching my drift, repersenting with My section on my belly
let's go! [Papoose] (Z!) Zig-zag zigs Zimbabwean Zambian Zaires Zodiac zone and Zulu's, Zion's zap a zillion zillionaires (Y!) Yo you yeah, yesterday's youth yearnin your yen You yellow-bellied
Yes, I want them to know, say real warriors don't play And if you romp with us, you have to run away I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
for us 'Cos we don't need you gettin' high and doin' bids for us And listen up close all my wannabe thugs The realest warriors was always motivated by
and hustle Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber A warrior
a son to stay free. I'm thugged out. Fuck the world 'cause this is how they made me. Scarred but still breathin. Believe in me and you could see the victory. A warrior
