yo it’s my way, no way,
get dumped on the highway.
buck, buck feel the blast from my gun spray.
yea, you’re gettin drowned in the blood,
a bug, thug, feel the cops catchin slugs.
yo, it’s my way, i slay, i play, you stay down,
you f*ck around in my town, you drown.
f*ck you, f*ck them, f*ck that,
we come back through,
murderin your crew – what!
you don’t know sh*t about my lifestyle, it’s buckwild,
late night gunfights, three strikes, i’d rather fight.
caught in the street, ya get beat down ta raw meat,
f*ckin with me and the breed, you’ll soon bleed.
yeah, it’s raw breed – bc killin overseas,
droppin off rooftops, punks hang from trees.
night vision, incision, the opposition,
it’s never your decision.
you can’t tell me jack sh*t, suck my d*ck,
out my face with that drama, i’ll kill your f*ckin mama.
iller than a postal worker, born to murder,
suckas in my face with that bullsh*t die quick.
it’s bizarra, ha, cause mad horror,
it’s the dusted world of bizarra.
high on acid, the ghetto b*st*rd,
yo punk i’ll put your *ss in a casket.
you in a world of sh*t, f*ckin with the syndicate,
we pack full clips, and then we’re done with it.
come with it, we get it on yo, you ain’t lastin,
demolishin, the demolishion.
p*ss on your grave, a killin craze.
in your town right now on any stage.
who the f*ck are you? trying ta diss my crew?
who dies tonight b*tch? – you!
i will do what i choose, and if i loose
well then i loose, my way!
this is my f*ckin’ life, and if i die
well then i die, my way!