your face to a spell make your soul fly Pray everyday, some pray for God Looking at the murder rate never ask why Colt 45, where the four five The innocent
I get a little tired Looking through the trees Sitting on the 405 Hoping for a breeze Everybody's gunning You got something to see I gotta sell this
the tip And the sucker emcees don't even trip So tell it to the world it's not to wise 'cause you are an emcee from seventy five Girls G.I.R.L.S. so
World wide, world wide W-w-world wide, world wide All over the world! World World wide, world wide W-world wide, world wide I come from Angeles City
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts Dreams of fighting for
party, he gets bold And decides to try five, when he's bribed by five guys And peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it Suddenly, he starts
things we use on Saturn There's no sense to keep on doing such crimes There's no principles in what you say No direction in the things you do For your world
You flip a chain cobra I'm a hit your Vien Motor One hundred and twenty five grange we arrange the rover Nigga trade ya rover for the redrum stains you
world, we here We've been at, war for years but it's much more clear (yeah) We got to face what lies ahead Fight for our truth and freedom and, ride for
the devastating craving I have for making bars and notes Step and get striked from the stars in my throat Reservation for one, plus a table for three
day, I Uh, uh, yeah, uh I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light Invite the fight, we all die tonight The life I lived, a twenty five
'll ride for me Situation get real bitch'll die for me Even step in the courtroom and lie for me I'm talkin' about right hand in the sky for me Do twenty-five for
a woman twenty-five a curfew Between me and you, you ain't heard that from me 'Cause Mase ain't the player with the PHD Girl, come into my world I'll
wit' the twin nine millis, yeah niggas Do what you like, we don't give a fuck Go head and fight, all my bitches grab a nigga And fuck tonight, it's ya muthafuckin' world
back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias
gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll and fly mode I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on Fight long, tonights gonna be a fucking fight
And then you never shut up I said, "You talk too much" Homeboy you never shut up Everyday you are out fighting someone in the street And you're always fighting
to the club Fresh out the Tyson fight, Beamer all rimmed up Shinin' with the big homie, five-car caravan Ridin' shotgun, put that chronic smoke in the air "Me Against the World