't no truce, it's war It won't stop, to compromise wouldn't stop the bloodsheddin' It's Armageddon in the streets of each inner city Ain't takin' no pity
the answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And so tomorrow comin later than usual Waitin' on someone to pity
answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And so tomorrow comin later than usual Waitin' on someone to pity us
with the blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain, Lust for fame, a deadly game" "Run away with your impeccable kin!" "- Good wombs hath borne bad
rhetorical, the answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And so tomorrow comin' later than usual Waitin' on someone to pity
flesh and bones The air Ia??ve never breathed, fragrance Ia??ve never smelled The pride I never had, the nationality that I never felt Saddam was bad,
Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life"
blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain, Lust for fame, a deadly game" "Run away with your impeccable kin!" "- Good wombs hath borne bad
show you haters out here that I control it I'm in this for something so different that you couldn't imagine The style, the flyness, the beautiful hoes The pile, the higness, the pitiful
, rain or shine This is the life You think it's a dull life I'm livin' Yeah, you say it's such a pity So weak, to need a crutch of religion Pardon me
ain't no truce, it's war It won't stop, to compromise wouldn't stop the bloodsheddin' It's Armageddon in the streets of each inner city Ain't takin' no pity