I shoulda really kept it realler with But I fucked up and this is real as a killer get And when we split, I was like a lost puppy Had to man up, and stand up
go through all of the wicked shit like Mr. Policeman And duck if you want to pump ya fist in tha air And pray for the politicians freely; get a amen? The last days of the last days
the enemies of the world, won't let no territories homie You got to get up, get out and get something, that's what they told me Back in the days didn
on go grym Hold on to motherfucking gun Another fifth took one hood shot she split up Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up So huff
Same niggas I just can't fool wid Niggas got guns and ready to use it So I'm trapped up against the wall Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me Tryin' ah, catch me up
hit it spit it Get it crackin in this muthaf**ka right when we the illest Same muthaf**kas got the f**k up outta Cleveland Nigga we came up but we still
-split Four other niggas that I run with You don't wanna fuck with Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
s real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers. we're T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers. [Get on up, get on up
sinnin like everyday/ im spendin my time preventin my mind flippin and goin insane/ and now that we comin up on these last days well into the fast lane
more to life then me and my Benz When my mama told to speak to my friends I kinda took that shit to heart So don't fuck up your life, 'fore it starts
These are the last days, settle in Look at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in They bustin' metal and ain't got remorse for the innocent It's just
to ya place I wanna show you that it's mo'to me then fuckin on my mind 'cause in yo mind I bet you fuckin all the time come to find you only out tryin
The sun and the sea, the earth without form facing the deep In darkness challenging the powers that be It's impossible for scientists to make up the seas, to make up
away up all my bad things And put some laughter in our hearts again Now black men, stand up, let's come together as a whole race And don't be fed up by
on rye? So, tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut What can you do with a drunken hillbilly? Cut his fucking eyes
you last, You just hope that it last, that it last, that it last, that it last, that it last, ...... ...... ...... ...... Throw your ones up in the air, Throw your ones up
inside Guardian angel, sent from the skies I always knew you would have made a beautiful bride And that's why I wish you could've stayed, so much But I fucked up