Where is justice, where is punishment Where is the human line An eye for an eye Inveterate despite An eye for an eye A one man war on crime As I began
foot soldiers that do dirt for me Love me enough to hurt for me and do some work for me Black roses is sent to the families with all the lives lost Kill 'em soft pay off my henchmen like a mob
Christian, not a victim to this crime rate they set it off now door die is my mind state either you gone do his will and step, and die cuz the wages of sin is
got plenty love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4 Warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 (4-5), 4-5 Warm embrace I got plenty love for the nine-mill
with my A-Mob cats {Steph Lova} Yo, this is for my dogs, can't forget my divas Nonbelievers, under achievers, pockets stuffed like pitas 'cause the Love is
Mob, and fuck what you heard The Battle Cat is back, but I'm no longer 16 I'm down with Dap and we don't shine we gleem The Group Home team is tight like
I don't understand why You're filled with remorse All that you've said Has come true with a vengence The mob has turned against him You've backed the right horse (Caiaphas) What
what? (You ain't talkin to me) What the fuck you talkin about? Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man? (What? Huh?) [fight ensues
show me's finest show your highness how you love that. [Verse 2: Glasses Malone:] Im a playa, ma'fuck haters, and this a thin line (shit) but thas what
toilet paper But your flag is meaningless to me Look around, we're all people Who needs countries anyway? Our land, I love it too I think I love it
all for the money so we took the wrong path(POW) I got bullets that'll crack the sky hit nacys for a burger milkshake and frys "nicky why" is what they
man to me Pulling petty crimes, thinking that you're gonna flatter me Bitch I could give a fuck about what you're doing I could give a fuck about what
You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich
I'm livin' it up Ten mill' yeah, I'm bigger than what So you know on the low when I blow, niggas givin' it up (they got to) They know why everything I touch is
feel the wrath of fury Of this crazy ass pale skinned Norteno What the fuck you got to say ?bout that Shut your trap, save your breath I would love to
Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier Come play the ballad of a dead soldier.. [2
dog it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but
judge, spray the bitch "Motherfuckers is crooked," is what I scream, and hit the fence I comense to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens Never missin an early grave is