part feeling, strong whip black children March through the streets with a million Dealing with injurious, just us against us We must bust back until they vanquished Attack, pull over fool this is a
far from a winner Poor sinner, my fork in a pork dinner Drugs, sex, alcohol; Lo is not a quitter nor a forfeiter A vagabond, talkin back to moms, sold
m landing Beast the nick, but my cannon go... [Ludacris] Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab Bleedin so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad