everybody rise up its time to reclaim the fame that we held in our domains before computers we used are savage ways to drivem back when the oppisition went on attack we stood our ground they had to know that we was weak and poo had mooney had mad flow our voices was small shallow as we srood up in the shadows of our past we stronger than ever and alittle mo cleaver you proceed with caution or the inside of the house mother fucka will eat you alive from the inside to the out our hearts bleed with sarrow and the pain the pain was great it would drive you down and leave you a mad man a blood stain on this heart of stone just leave me alone and let this life breath let it thrive as our lord oh lord come to save me rectify my way of life keep my enemy's far behind far behind there own white lines that defy geavity but im walkin talking stating the facts not rumors i find no humor in a brothers eyes when you speak of the deaths of a crackhead asdict ,or even that crazy mutha fucka living down the street who had nothing to eat inside my heart crys and dies and i would be telling a whole lotta lies yelling a whole lotta nothing has arrived if i said i didnt care about you and I but the real motha fuckas is the pain in there mommas eyes the tears of death is what is what takes down makes you numb and your babys hold them close and hold them tight cause you neva know when yo baby is going to never sho yeah god may you keep yo hand on my shoulder cause i need you i need my fans i need to open so the whole world will understand my nigga my niggas i love live& die forever my homies we ride peace baby baby my baby