One race we are,(4) We all bleed red. United we stand.(4) What makes you think your better than them. This pathetic hate must now end. Where's
One race we are/ We all bleed red/ United we stand/ What makes you think you're better than them/ This pathetic hate must now end/ Where's your respect
rushing when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name We all gone die we bleed
be rushing when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name We all gone die we bleed
to lie, my life has been much too rough,) (Still running with barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,) (Freedom is the ultimate goal, life and death
Or are we all the cause and victim of it all? But death is the silence In this language of violence Death is the silence But death is the silence In
me as is, but God, He want more Eyes closed, eyes open, great another day, here we go Like a nigga woke up late in The Truman Show Livin' life without
bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present At the scene of the crime around 10 niggas bleed After they made this punk fag motherfucker bleed All
as he grabs his chest Then we watch him bleed through his fingers Now come on, come all, but if all come all fall, fuck all y'all We road dawgs, then
Chorus I say boot up or shut up Nigga get yo life lit up Yeah yeah yeah wootay I say boot up or shut up or Get yo fuckin' life lit up Yeah yeah yeah
Man do this for me dawg and I'll return the fuckin' favor 'cause his momma know my face, I mean she's practically my neighbor But I'm all about my paper we
shot it again You got your life but you promised to die Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside Life is death at the end, you put the rest
, bringin' the game to the table And we able to bump off your label Mo props to ? Mo Thug we brang, we brang Mo Thug brang, we brang, Mo Thug brang I'
dogs as we going down Still hold it ground boy You know what it is Hit him in the face with a death kiss Don't know what his problem was But all I can
roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping
Streets. This Is For The People, No, We're Breaking, Taking, Killing. We Bleed From Tyrants War, Runs Red Through Streets Of Blood. The Freedom That We
Followers are we, disciples are we all Bonded by a sacred oath, as we heed the silent call Though we know it not, our purpose is but one To crack the
