my enemies eyes, You see the warrior, now where my warriorz, [Verse 2:] Warriorz come up to play, In my gang lands in the revolutionary music, But I gotta
me So I would go to school and try to get good grades Teacher wrote mommy and kicked me outta school for havin' braids So she cussed them, said "My son
clear in my enemies eyes, You see the warrior, now where my warriorz, [Verse 2:] Warriorz come up to play, In my gang lands in the revolutionary music
me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit in my
m in my house I write my raps and hope it pays my mother tried to worn me what comes around goes around selling dope to brothers is bringing my own people
