my own throwing myself headfirst into my own grave that i helped create no one no one to hear me no one to hear me no one is here it eats away at me
the Syndicate Try to kick game, but end up talkin' weak shit, yo You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch Go and freak your mother
you never made one So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike We're the MC's that cold be doggin the mic You may be good but there's no one better
'all 2005 Volume One Nothing but Sickness Holla We Gon' Get this Party Started Yes It's Our Concern Sing We Don't Need No Water Let the Mother Fucka
'all! 2005 Volume one nothing but sickness Holla We gon' get this party started Yes it's our concern sing We don't need no water Let the mother fucka
top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now, here's to mother hen And her chicken, Lord have mercy
been down for the murda man I'ma come back to serve the game break em on down and hurt em man I never give no mercy mercy after thirty five million still
your sister's house now your sister's life's in danger (By a total stranger) With tha gang, niggas wanna bang ya And hang ya, stain ya wit one up in the
mother I wanted to give you back but she won't recognise I know how it hurts you when my voice burns you down fire without mercy changed my sight into
a cramp I'm trying to shove the lava lamp up my father's ass I think I'm out of gas, man I think I need another mask I'd ask my mother but I think she
Well now on a summer night in a dusky room Come a little piece of the Lord's undying light Crying like he swallowed the fiery moon In his mother's
Mercy, mercy, mercy me My life is a cage but on stage I'm free Hyped up, psyched up, ready for wil'in' Standin' in a crowd of girls like an island I see the one
begin them and end them in silence Frankly, if they knew you, they would understand violence I pray to you for the Pope and the Vatican Have mercy Mother
went down by an old country church I saw the drunkard stagger and lurch And as he reached his mother's grave I saw that drunkard kneel and pray "Lord, have mercy
'm that one nigga I'm God's son nigga i'll fuck your brain, I'm insane I got him on the run nigga This ain't for B.E.T. mother fuck the industry Punk
Me.' Now that she did it, he plans to do something unlawfully, Get a gun off the street, because he was treated so awfully, One bullet for her, one
on tellin' me when to go So I'ma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows And I'm about to be up on top of this and truly be bustin' Beggin' for mercy
I feel like standin' in the midst of a hundred thousand haters Dynamite and C four strapped around the waist bloody tears In my eyes hit the switch makin' sure any mother
