stress disorder that's what the VA says I've got I guess all them memories finally stacked up from a war that everyone else forgot And I've got this sickness
floor The fever greets me at the same back door Don't write, don't speak, don't settle the score You turn, you scream, "What are you for?" sicked where
underground Nigga duck the mic when we come around Control hammer like the mighty Thor Bringin thunda down Now you're in store for predator Like refugees I come to settle score
Act a fool My daddy said throw them thangs And stay strong My momma got sick So I'ma keep it strong As long as I got my feet in the game And make this
hoes I be the cold nigga leavin your whole block froze You catch the hot ones, I got shells to lend The iced-out Rolex means I got money to spend Hate
So the question is Do you got it Or do it got you Let?s go let?s go I?m feelin? so live because I?m so alive I just got back from Zion and felt the
it's hard-hittin West Coast section comin through droppin bombs from all directions Primary candidate assassinated at the '96 elections I told you before, the war, settle the score
two Suffer, pain, hurt, you're through Over, done, body count tally Last call move on 3-D finale Told you all we comin, to settle the score The talkin
To the Break of dawn To the, to the, to the Times up punk yea yea Time to settle the score To the break of dawn, another dumb move Ha, ha, ha this time
is to summon Sub-Mariner from Atlantis Far due to include ATL in this war It's foolishness, I just get Ludacris to settle the score In any bout or brawl
Nigga duck the mic when we come around Control hammer like the mighty Thor Bringin thunda down Now you're in store for predator Like refugees I come to settle score
think I need a change, I've been chillin in the range Time to loosin up, grab my shit and juice em up Fuckin wit the ghetto, we got a score to settle
in the weak It's been a while, now we finally got our turn to bust Bitch niggas got rich while the homie burned to dust Got me madder than a bag of fuckin
criminal, rapist, and bomb terrorist From the second they?re born, innocent but torn Between these 2 worlds fighting for souls, like tug a war Who?s keeping score got
rapist, and bomb terrorist From the second they?re born, innocent but torn Between these 2 worlds fighting for souls, like tug a war Who?s keeping score got
my song now, while you moppin the floor now We hit and run shit, I hope you know this is war now Bus’ big balls quickly settle the score now From all the hot shit I got