a child? whatever your reason is you don't reflect your anger on your kids... -born to suffer... abused... born to suffer... tourtured... born to suffer... beaten... born to suffer
the cribs, walk with a strap Myself 'cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playin' tricks [Incomprehensible], to really Me out in five unless I take another hit
her memories Felt like an angel had been sent to me She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black To afro then african-american and right back to
bust the glock When the Henny hit the chest, busting Smith & Wess Fuck the discussion, I'm busting 'em all, clutching my balls If I see y'all be laid to rest, let me hit
like a physic, I can't explain it There's no pen when I write it There's nothin' like it, nothin' like it God damn, what you want from me What you want me
, slice like a machete nigga, got fetty nigga, never spend it on Betty nigga I hit and run, never stressing to look back When I look back, I think
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
me life is hard like a track that I'm reppin' on Callin' for the freedom of the backs that you steppin' on Later for the pull up ya boot strap fastened Hard work got me
hardcore be the factor Physically shatter by the cause of the megacosm distractor Fractured by my supernatural forces, face losses As I break backs like
of fighting* [Intro: sampled] I'm the warrior chief. I'm the merciless God of anyone that disturbs me in my universe. Fuck with me and you will suffer
beside me through my trials in this life of crime We divorced so many times I forgot to count I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house Remember back
Blockhead, if you need me, I had to bounce to D.C To bullet-proof mom's flower garden Before the war cheats me If I'm not back in a week tell the crew
see you! Tell me what you gon' do I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' Until your ass drop Hit me off, yes, now let me take it to the top We never
i hit the flow when biggy pablo hit the party its gon show aka 47 too ur face til we hit a trace and fuck up ur hole place love me or hate me walk me
pistol My rhyme noters, rippin ya meat, for beef I hold it down Fuckin wit the wrong cat, to many gats black Phenom never suffer set back, I blast off
i heard from the mall The magic finally happen with my back against the wall Now its mail on sunday and r.o.o.t.s hit the mall To me its unreal its lookin
it It's gotta hurt when you're even getting dissed on your own forum Yeah, I've done my research back when you started for Back when people thought
