what would u do

call me what ever u want cuz im a one of a kind...fell strate outa hell my raps flow ike the snds of time.....a poetic state of mind Fighting for my pride honers on the line, tell death do us part you will always be mine. In this gangster nation, outlaws never hide. we always down to ride..... Every battle fought,its been for told watch the legends unfold, From the streets , we step up to the fireing line u can see hell in our eyes lettin the bullets fly can u hear this wariors war cry. hear the bass roar wen we step through the door this is the killing feilds this is a blood sport. and its ready to poor History in our blood, we’re the kings of the war, were commin to even the score Respect our name, let heaven and hell collide, In this gangster nation, we stand side by side. as worlds colide Echoes of the past, its time for the blood bath but we’re paving the path, for the poor and beaten down fuck the police never facing the wrath, dont look back this time im shootin back.