I don't need your brave new ideas. They fall like rain. So worthless. But I can't dodge these shit bombs as they drop. They're smashing down into my
Look no further than your front lawn and you can never go wrong. Maxed stagnation. Falling down deeper into a portal to another world. Can't turn back
I think there's something wrong when I see a victim of somebody's corporate schemes. I think there's something fucked about a walking billboard ready
We all fighting for the scraps that they throw us so you'd better be under the right table. You'll live like shit and you'll die like shit. Because they
useless. It's the judgement that counts. It's what defines us and what dictates our bounds. The fortress has been built so high and so strong that it can crush any rival
Believe me - I hear you. You're making my ears bleed. You're trying so hard but is there really such a fucking need. What the fuck does it matter? What
last. They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast." Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob
do, huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We do it 'cause its real--fuck a title. It's all about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. And you
in the street you better run and cover 'cause if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill motherfucker [Lil' Rob] It's the Lil' Rob Known like the mob 'cause
last They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast" Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too It always seemed they got caught between the mob
shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift You know the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This
play the ballad of a dead soldier The plan, to take command of the whole family Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned All my road dawgs, official mob
and you won't ever miss A simple wish is all I need and thats gone do the job Get you set up get you wet up like the fucking mob A simple wish from my
givin 'em a 100% Stuck with the skrilla with Baby and Wayne again Bizzy, you know my name, my name Number with the game, survival of a rival Never compete
s that fool in a 6 2 Impala Heard it throught the vine You was mad cause I'ma baller I'ma tell you how it is When I thug through these streets I mob with
Intro: [willie d of geto boys] Still going Yeah, here we go again We bout to roll on some motherfuckers G.B. rap-a-lot mafia Recognize the mob nigga All
do, huh, huh? You say you wanna fight us, come fight us We do it 'cuz it's real fuck a title It's all about survival, dedicated to my rivals And you
it) It's all the same (the business game) but you go to jail for this shit We were tribal our survival was now based on stoppin rivals Who's the fittest
