Sick and tiered

[Irish-dipstick]

hup two the bell rang through it was the
leader get up u tools get u whips get u
fools/ they attacking again where when
and then...boom!!...wat could i do watched
friends peris into the blue/..it kinda funny lo u
can hold someone close but death is always
closer this is like a sqeual different person
same story told over/..but am clueless my mind
shatter my bladder clattered i'm close to mine
close to the mind still on grind still on rhyme
stil wasting time/...its time to fight back
all these ****** hard men getting jacked they
getting pimp smack and 20 stacked crack and whip
until there skin crack/ cause i'm fcuked off with
dead fcuking homies with dead fcuk soldiers
to the dead little honnies/ but wat can i do i'm
but one man i'm pac stan i real game fan i
pump red-man out of the red-van out of
my house now u no am out....