Open your eyes and you will see You've got a life, look at me Can't they do what they say Live your live in your own way No labels, no lies No
Push us too far, gotta fight back Push us too far, our turn to attack We gotta try, before it's too late Push us too far, you're choosing your own
over from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference when I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an
cold, I put bullet holes all off in your headband So bring me death 'cause I've been itchin' to see If it's an afterlife, aim it at me, cock it and
so sick wit it, spit liq' wit it I got tommy guns like the ol' gangsta flicks did it, yeah Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me? Lettin' off, nigga, all
, it's not worth All the pain (All the pain) All the agony (All the agony) All the horror (All the horror) All the tragedy (All the tragedy) Put your hands up people, it
If I'd never given up, Kept on rappin. Been so many years of blood, sweat and tears, Fears to overcome, so i'ma give it my all, And when it's last call
sneakin') I put ya down (Okay) If I catch ya, yeah part of the curb round here It's blood, sweat, and tears round here We was all born here, we all'll
process, staking my claim And I train like, Leonidas son, the fire and sun The blood, sweat and tears, grinding for ones Nearly died for it, cried for it
y'all niggaz get'cha rhymes up I'm sick of this shit, get your bars up niggaz Sixteen bars of death my niggaz Ay Planet, let's go, c'mon All it takes
want to but cause we have to To avoid the situation that you couldn't last through If I can't have it at all I don't want it at all Off top serious
it, respect it like the ice On my necklace and the fact I'm supplyin' connections if you rhyme ill I'm the sickness that caused it, you thought you'd
a lot of people think that i'm pretty sick because i fuck dead chicks. it's really not so bad though. hell, at least half the living bitches i've banged
in the mud with blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up yo, you wonder where I am right now I'm probably somewhere on the microphone fucking it up
Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten fuckin' years Allow me to tear it all down
of blood sweat and tears Critique away But my greatest work is in the pavement I made it for you This is my favorite formance And i hope nobody ever bites it
Because what if they were provoked? It's prefectness and it's all there No more pointless trawling through self-helped books for triggering examples No more daytime trash or drunken wisdom At first it
Bitch you let me die like a soldier damn it was a trip King George could think all my boys on the motherfucking paint everywhere I rome every all dead