Our duty is to kill and destroy Steal treasures, rape women Our only god is Satan We live to kill, we fight to die We live to fight, we fight to die
and you keep ballin' Pour out some liquor, play boy, and we keep ballin' Baby, we've been living in sin 'cause we've been really in love But we've been living
you're the one that I call Lord And just wanna show you I appreciate Thank you for the rest no matter what it is Sometimes I gotta fight, just to get
street with 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
I think I might take you on a shoppin' spree You in the club, goddamn all drinks on me 'Cause I feel good, yeah I feel good, 'cause I feel good Good Lord
[Chorus: Myalansky] Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store Money is power, give me your's, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon
and you keep ballin' pour out some liquor, play ball and we keep ballin' baby we've been living in sin 'cause we've been really in love but we've been living
up, stand up) Don't give up the fight (Life is your right) Get up, stand up (So we can't give up the fight) Stand up for your rights (Lord, Lord) Get
up the fight Don't give up the fight, don't give up the fight Don't give up the fight, don't give up the fight Don't give up the fight, don't give up
Oh, war, I despise 'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives War means tear to thousands of mothers eyes When their sons go off to fight and lose their lives
the age, I carried a twelve gauge Somebody stop me, somebody come and get me Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin' with me The dark, the light, my heart, the fight
Hello Lord, it's me again I just wanna make to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on
a deferment for my younger brother Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me, Lord, Lord, Lord I ain't gonna live, I don't believe I'm going to live to
me Oh, war, I despise Because it means destruction Of innocent lives War means tears To thousands of mothers eyes When their sons go to fight And lose their lives
heaven in front of you That's what I'm having a de ja vu, Lord when I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to
these thugs Lord, just guide em' home, guide 'em home So take, take me home 'cause I don't remember Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember Oh, Lord
