We have to turn against each other Scorch the land Remember my name Deny me, ignore me, refuse me But face the truth Bow down before me, deny me And face the truth
came to the law He got no poetic justice, that's the truth dawg The what? That's the truth dawg Truth hurts, but, but, but that's the truth dawg Oh,
beat it up Yo, give me the rock, I'm gonna rain in 3-point range whether you like it or not LMFAO, we makin' the shots And that's burning cause my hands
clown in the burial ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia Sleeping and perchance to dream Honest to the point of recklessness
New York slang Even though we don't talk like that out here The point I'm tryina make comes out so clear You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash? You wanna burn
homegirl ain't sayin shit, her homegirl her alibi I been waitin to burn her throat she...I cant never lie Her nigga think she clean, lowkey she be on the scene hard Mouse point
all still missin' the point like a free throw shot Get it this ain't some you learn this is some you earn Turn it up and give me some to burn That boy
And I'm never going there Well, the place I see so much better 'Cos it makes no sense to me I saw the exits closing now Burning mountains, burning paper Burning
I entered into O'Malley's Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst" O'Malley merely smiled at me Said, "You wouldn't be the first" I knocked on the bar and pointed
lives Now I'm leaving this world I will never forget the river flow The pains and traps of life I put my scars away and love I have to face the truth
of you Maybe it's silent The voice can't bear anymore strain But speaks without even knowing And streams outside in the direction of truth There's
niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type Special deliver, son, it shines through your act bigger My Infamous Mobb get on they job The truth gets
back [Hook] This is the point from which I could never return And if I back down now then forever I burn This is the point from which I could never retreat
want y'all, I want y'all To get loose, get crunk Get high, get drunk to the point Of no return, take one more shot And feel the burn Now, work it out
I entered into o'malley's Said, o'malley I have a thirst O'malley merely smiled at me Said you wouldn't be the first I knocked on the bar and pointed
