[Talking (deep voice]
Welcome to the concentration camp
Maxminelli (voices in the background) J von
C loc Young Bleed Leetyme
[Maxminelli]
Na na i can lay low for a G lay low for a meal
My mind is at my control if I say so then he will
I got some thangs in mind the situation at hand
I'm a sick man down with the program
I'm anybody understand my plan then they can feel what i felt
We mad at the world, fuck being anythang else
We bringing paper to the table, we taking joyful in stride
It ain't as easy to survive as it is to die right
Ebony queen on my side when I'm shining
Niggas looking at me like I don't belong where I'm residing
He who beholds the tightest game shall prevail
Through hard times and saphire dreams aiming to fail
Stale as dirty down to your last pants and shirt
How the fuck life feeling neglected and hurt
Though we know not what we do, we still do what it takes
Until the truth is revealed, these fake niggas seem real
Still sealing they faith, and making injured reserved
Something that they expereinced, no longer something they heard of
But you'll hear about it quick
Cause everybody talk shit
Loud fo' publication
Maintaining reputation
(Chorus 1)
Outside my life in rhyme, outside the world
No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure
-echo-)
Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left
Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself
(Chorus 2)
On the outside my life in rhyme, outside the world
No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure
-echo-)
Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left
Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself (Uh Huh)
[Young Bleed]
I suggest you focus on tomorrow, with a third eye view
See the game for what it is, then its all on you
I stand true for what I do for life and love and legacy
Tryin the life I live, never like my destiny
I'm tryin to be forever free
Some niggas will never be
Steadily stackin up confedi, playin with weapons
Runnin through the ghetto ask no questios tell no lies, ain't no
alabis huggin
highs
And the devil in disguise
We visualize the same dream with cream
Through the sick team
Shinin like diamonds comin down in southern clean (hittin side ways)
Slowly watchin the world go 'round
Ain't a thang popa on the low down
Prepared for the showdown
The future holds nothing else left but confrontation
And conversation runnin nation
Over music and melodies mashin out in the glass hoe
Bailin with felons, ready to blast though
Nigga, ha ha see it through my eyes, try to feel my fury and flame
Just for playin ghetto games
And life goes on and on
Flipin till the break of dawn
Hustlin, tryin to get it before its gone
(Chrous 1)
[C-loc]
Wait a minute, all my in-laws gated
The way I hold my composure in suicidal situations is scary
Legendary, like the lone ranger, with a fist full of dollars
Malitious intent
You heaven sent
So follow me to a world where thugs no longer die young
But yet make millions sellin street game to avoid number one
This shit ain't funny no more, bitches done gave the game up
It ain't quick money no more, the feds done fucked my name up
Throwin up, frome the hennesy and fat sacks of weed
Tryin to regain my sanity, fuckin with bleed
Greed, invy, and lust are common ghetto problems but
In gats i trust so playa I'm to solve quick
(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)
[Talking (deep voice]
Welcome to the concentration camp
Maxminelli (voices in the background) J von
C loc Young Bleed Leetyme
[Maxminelli]
Na na i can lay low for a G lay low for a meal
My mind is at my control if I say so then he will
I got some thangs in mind the situation at hand
I'm a sick man down with the program
I'm anybody understand my plan then they can feel what i felt
We mad at the world, fuck being anythang else
We bringing paper to the table, we taking joyful in stride
It ain't as easy to survive as it is to die right
Ebony queen on my side when I'm shining
Niggas looking at me like I don't belong where I'm residing
He who beholds the tightest game shall prevail
Through hard times and saphire dreams aiming to fail
Stale as dirty down to your last pants and shirt
How the fuck life feeling neglected and hurt
Though we know not what we do, we still do what it takes
Until the truth is revealed, these fake niggas seem real
Still sealing they faith, and making injured reserved
Something that they expereinced, no longer something they heard of
But you'll hear about it quick
Cause everybody talk shit
Loud fo' publication
Maintaining reputation
(Chorus 1)
Outside my life in rhyme, outside the world
No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure
-echo-)
Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left
Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself
(Chorus 2)
On the outside my life in rhyme, outside the world
No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure
-echo-)
Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left
Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself (Uh Huh)
[Young Bleed]
I suggest you focus on tomorrow, with a third eye view
See the game for what it is, then its all on you
I stand true for what I do for life and love and legacy
Tryin the life I live, never like my destiny
I'm tryin to be forever free
Some niggas will never be
Steadily stackin up confedi, playin with weapons
Runnin through the ghetto ask no questios tell no lies, ain't no
alabis huggin
highs
And the devil in disguise
We visualize the same dream with cream
Through the sick team
Shinin like diamonds comin down in southern clean (hittin side ways)
Slowly watchin the world go 'round
Ain't a thang popa on the low down
Prepared for the showdown
The future holds nothing else left but confrontation
And conversation runnin nation
Over music and melodies mashin out in the glass hoe
Bailin with felons, ready to blast though
Nigga, ha ha see it through my eyes, try to feel my fury and flame
Just for playin ghetto games
And life goes on and on
Flipin till the break of dawn
Hustlin, tryin to get it before its gone
(Chrous 1)
[C-loc]
Wait a minute, all my in-laws gated
The way I hold my composure in suicidal situations is scary
Legendary, like the lone ranger, with a fist full of dollars
Malitious intent
You heaven sent
So follow me to a world where thugs no longer die young
But yet make millions sellin street game to avoid number one
This shit ain't funny no more, bitches done gave the game up
It ain't quick money no more, the feds done fucked my name up
Throwin up, frome the hennesy and fat sacks of weed
Tryin to regain my sanity, fuckin with bleed
Greed, invy, and lust are common ghetto problems but
In gats i trust so playa I'm to solve quick
(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)