Dear America, I'm only what you made me, young, black, and fuckin' crazy Please save me I'm dyin' inside, can't you see it in my eyes? I'm hopeless, and fearless on the outside, gun on my side Shit, Maby if yall niggas build schools instead of prison, maybe I'll stop livin' the way I'm livin', probably not. I'm so used to servin' rocks and burnin' blocks, I ain't never gonna stop. Been doin' this shit all my life, I'm a lost cause, And what about the rest? Don't them suckers deserve a chance? Somethin' better then shoot-outs, liquor stores and food stamps? Maybe if y'all teach them niggas a craft an' a trade, they wouldn't have to play that corner, know what i mean? Servin' that yay America, you got a fuckin' problem, an I ain't never goin' away There's about 20 million other mutha fuckers just like me, preperattions is through, y'all gonna pay
The lord is my shepherd Let's get this coke measured And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of gangstas I fears nothin but God and bein broke I stack paper and flow to fast cars in the presence of my enemies Niggas waitin for me to break Shit, aint nothin foldin but my money We them niggas wit big guns and big dicks We afraid of bein broke, so we shed bricks This thing of ours, will never be devoured Bad Boys,we move in silence In the name of power, money, and glory forever and ever Amen.
[Shyne] I just wanna move mad bricks for all the days I never had shit Now I'm young heartless and rich Pistols and pussy, straight from the door Brown paper bags full of blood money, need more Too much ain't enough High off dust, greed never endin Catchin bodies I want Gotti was supposed to be It's overwhelmin Face smothered in cocaine, against all odds Life is what you make it, well I made it Leavin motherfuckers naked I get excited watchin niggaz bleed helplessly Put 'em out they misery, selflessly A coward dies a thousand deaths I got a thousand tecs Takin niggaz with me when I got, fo'rilla I'll probably be all pissu when I blow, fo'rilla Adrenaline rushin blood bushin It's nothin long as I'm bustin All gangstas is dead, or in jail except for me I posted bail, all hail
*Money be the root of all evil, calico desert eagles Bitch I'm comin to see you, all you niggas gon' die Motherfucker die x2
[Shyne] Fast cars and plea bargains, pictchin niggaz wigs Have they families donatin they fuckin organs What you like, stress you up, press your luck Better hope you hit seven or find yourself in heaven Lost my conscience somewhere in between watchin niggaz die and leavin the murder scene Hot gun in my waist, stockin over my face and I tell you niggaz this, I never miss, check it My point of view is me or you And I'ma burn anyway, what the fuck? Bust seventeen shots up in your guts, truck blood drippin Dead on arrival, leavin my rivals lookin up at the clouds The prodigal son, seein demons and devils through the reflection, of my watch bezel Embezzle, and racket, full metal, jackets Poppin heat and, seekin, niggaz die internal bleedin Hear mom screamin, bury Shyne Cause when I come, motherfuckers all die
