Gotta rip in them chests through vests Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition No missing listen destruction, I'm bustin' 'Cause I'm making that getaway, bound
your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up Because I know that's where ya'll bitches is bound
bound to rip ya Me put in me work, pulling me bullets, it hurt Better run to chalk it Digging ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood See the Bone'll take
to the mutha fuckin' set Creepin', crawlin', crawlin', creepin' Don't get caught sleepin' Sleepwalkin', stalkin', runnin' with the guage Up under this murderous spell now Consider me hell bound
pussy is tryin to sue Bitch, you knowin what the outcome was Fuck with one fuck with all, we were bound by blood Not the blood of the gang but the blood
Blood rains down across the tundra Ice flows through my veins As my life drains Northern bound, my dogs are dying But I still know That nothing is impossible
shot, from my fuckin' shooty layin' it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these niggas head gear like I'm county bound,
stay) (Up and down so look both ways trying to live most everyday) (If you don't well that's okay, bound to the one and will not sway) We will walk until my blood
off As you pass them off on me And I'm...I'm sorry but nobodys safe Nobodys safe No turnin back, No turnin back The circuitry has bound my face to a line Blood
been born again and everyone thats been washed in the blood you heard the brother singin about the blood its stuff about the blood its stuff about the blood
of conscience flows Under the streets below The rivers made of sound Still running underground Runs like a silent flood We run as thick as blood Can
Cake I need the cake nigga The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear
this, like that, like that Like this, like this, like that, like that, like that Who run these streets? Love thug beats? Ruff spoken, guns speak, blood
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico One was headin' for vacation, one for higher education And two
out Losin weight and her legs and her stomach stickin out Knowin daddy's uptown in his work all around Keep your ear to the ground and your soul heaven bound
for blood they are driven on loosed of the shackles and free of the grave their vengeance knows no bounds Raging hunger pierces the black, in the flicker
on the case, I stay in first place Mud on my shoes, taste blood on my face Out of town, touchdown, never outta bounds I train for the gold, I can go
link gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n' shit told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try sweating and have to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting