Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity Was shot down and murdered in beef or turnin' for
the fear in your eyes, tears in your eyes You keep on screaming but they still ain't even hearing you Guys begging for attention, attention Homey I was
fuckin P (Yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see) I be's the ultimate drop the ultra shit fuck the other shit Biggety buttah shit
't no need in all the tears, oh no no, yeah yeah Yeah, 'cause things will be better tomorrow} No need for tears, no need to cry No matter what we face
he dead now Lookin' back in my year book all the years took Half my peers, they're stretched for years And if I die will they all shed tears Two to
Down with the king for years, about ten of 'em Recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em Tears and fears for my peers, they rippin' You
each other in Quick to feed our hungry hopes A feast of our affections we were born anew With open eyes we tried to make it work And for a while the
never return. So they went while the other's watch in the distance listening to the slaughtering of there own. So fear and stress sets in as the other
fuckin' industry is scared of me man! Been in this rappin game for 19 years In 19 years it's been a minuet sinc ice and tears, these frighting fears,
the past went away But I was there and nigga I'm still here the killa that been feared for livin in them years and leavin em in tears Hella fast when
, this fuckin' industry is scared of me man! Been in this rappin game for 19 years In 19 years it's been nothin but ice and tears, these frighting fears
I'm gone be right by your side Got much love for my thug I remember when we got our very first little place Not much furniture, but still we had each other
any rapper around Bout the fuckin' mics I left torn But the game won't give me all my P's And I wont leave the Chi to get G's Got love for my MC's at
this for my niggas, who never get no cheddar For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter For my vitally sick, that would never get no better For
ya coffin nailed shut, placed in the dirt to rest; Picture linen' up tears again Momma in tears again, I guess death is the number one fear of men; But
unlock me Results of what happens to niggaz shock me I see niggaz bleedin', runnin' from me in fear, stunningly tears Fall down the eyes of these so called tough guys, for
two And the love for you and the things u do and I puff L's with ladies and gentlemen I break spells with faith in a burst of wind Others talk but, what