My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Young renegade You're just a live grenade Get the fuck down Shots ringing out loud I am the fury of a bomb Agent Orange, tiger print, Vietnam A thousand words in the crest of my palm Just one death sentence written in a fucking song

Then, and again, sing of three hundred men Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender Many many years ago, when Persia came ashore Heeding Leonidas' call the Spartans went to war Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde

Searching, for something more Searching, for something right Searching, for a sense of clarity Searching, for a place to die! It's days like this I wish that I, wish that I had stayed asleep It's times like these that make it so difficult to be No light

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to death I brought you from the projects And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and go) Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me Young HOV in the

Lying there cold after a torturous death Your life ended fast you took your last breath Dead in a grave, your final place The maggots infest your disfigured face Pus through your veins takes the place of blood Decay sets in, bones begin to crack Thrown

Scalding hail Flying chunks of hot debris rushing through the air Vapors causing blisters, eyes blinded by the glare Clouds that shower death, hell falling from the sky Searing rain of molten rock, flesh begins to fry Burning fragments, steaming stones

Step to me, step to me motherfucker I don't remember asking you about your imperfections You might win one battle But know this, I'll win the fucking war! Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world Zip your

I've given up Wash it all away I'm wasting here I'm waiting here For anyone to wash it all away All of the chaos And all of the lies Can anyone wash it all away?

Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin'