Well, here we are without a deck of cards. I tried so hard to disregard the questions, dodge the past, and make every moment last You're looking for
What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a nigga that dies No cries for the punk, he got trunked and bombed Since he tried to steal, I chainsawed his arm I drink blood
girl, Can this be so Girl have we drifted so far that we can?t even talk no more.] [-Estelle] Uh huh, listen yo We can?t talk no more blood ?Cause you never ever really understood blood
We used to be number 10 Now we're permanent one In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm
There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle Blood
, uh huh Everybody know that I'ma come and I'ma go, huh Then I gotta do what I be comin' in to do A body to the beat In other way, we givin' them a show
the stoop at the park Where the family and students are Confused, in awe They gape into each others arms IT?S MURDER! New absence from a mothers arm
[Mad Child:] Calculated cold blooded killer A methodical animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born
one and only mighty Mos Def You see I come into the party in a B-boy stance I rock the mic so viciously So all the real B-boys and real B-girls Ever know others
Represent my projects stapelton (after the smoke is done) He represent that project park hill (tang-o-phonics number one) You represent that project murder west brighton now born Arm
] To my hard rocks, locked in cell blocks, never shell shock Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood
I always try to keep a look out for the party sleeper And when I peep a sleeper then I'm the grim reaper In to the bottomless pit they keep plungin Down with the other
dumb animals in pit full and cock fights Attackin' each other then carjackin' at stop lights Fuck all you cold blooded race killers That's proud to be blood
on the grass Up early in the morning takin' out the trash Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser One on the pedals the other
still here his angry voice screaming at the crowd Then someone said, "There's Jesus", I scarce believed my eyes A man so badly beaten, He barely looked alive Blood
and dirty wanna hurt me They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys, we throw things I got a arm like Testa
out that mob nigga quit the game And ain't no other cats got love for me Ain't no other cats gon' bust slugs for me Ain't no other cats gon' shed blood
I went out walking the other day The heat hung wet around my neck My head it rung with screams and groans From the night I spent amongst her bones And
