woman, fucking on the floor In blinding madness he was struck with raging pain A round of bullets now the walls bleed a stain Wife vengeance Life sentence His life
a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life
pen all he hearing about his son is the cops are his friends only time he heard your name in a sentence with gun when you told and got a nigga sentence
People walk a tight rope on a razors edge Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons It could be a bomb, or a bullet or a pen Or thought, or a word or a sentence
to the life I once had -The hate for myself is all that's left now As blood runs down my arms I feel peace in my heart... On my skin the razor blade
a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer Sentence begins indented with
who found happiness in a razor's edge. Her arteries colour hospital sheets blood-red. There is a robbery victim next door who fights for his life. Hollowed
apart But the sentence descend on the word and the wording is permanent Never been missed If you were missed What did you miss Interpreted is Falling and serving a sentence
dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer Sentence
[Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta] Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished Up and up the
I must give you've crossed my path too often you thought that you had won I've sentenced you to die in hell the sentence has begun Enforcer: your life
soul robbed of your life to relax tightening vices taking their toll inflicting these deadly attacks Hot blood runs cold Death sentence from the day
a pawn Manipulated beyond all reason You can't decide what's right or wrong Absorb the pressure. avoid the pain See the factory. it's just a prison Life sentence
neck to squeeze we put you in the vice Congregate, the loyal stand strong A hatred that defies all written laws Incriminate, accusations cast out We sentence
The sun was beating down inside the walls of stone and razor wire As we made our way across the prison yard I felt my heart begin to race as we drew nearer
rope on a razors edge Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons. It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pen Or a thought or a word or a sentence. There
[ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life like a big carnival
another night And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life Cuz I'm a... [All] Street nigga [Chorus] (without first 'all' sentence) [All] Street