this world

this world is kill or be killed

butchers on the block leaving slain mcs as causalities

don't believe go back in time and wipe out ancestries

bitch please yall stay on my NUTS my knife take care of my legalities

stay out my way if u want to live another day cause this dude don't play

from where love is born and respect is earned

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

the south is were I grew up

stressing drinking liquor so I trew up

hard times so I grew up

stressing drinking liquor so I trew up

street fighter with a better upper cut

give me a lighter bout to fire up the dutch

guess the ride was way to much for most of us

never simple in this game no need to explain

while yall stab me in my back I see your pleasure in my pain

so many different paths for people to choose

better pick them wisely or you just might loose

what else can I prove walk a step or two in my shoes

feel my blues this live I did not choose nothing left I approve

I speak nothing but the truth when im in the booth

I will not loose I will not loose Its kill or be killed living in this battlefield

wonder how the children feel wonder how my momma fell

back to drinking im drunk ass hell cant you tell

they need to excel but they never will with crack sells

now they singing they own version of lauryn hill I hope they will

before the crack kills riding in theses hills