Born alone die alone guess whos on the microphone *project nigga*   Deep voice put your boots on   Come take a walk down the alley with the gat   Enter my cypher where everythings black   The rap makes me act the beast I attack   From every angle I bring pain sharp as the blade   On excalibur quiet as a silencer I challenge ya   Meet me at sundown or after school bring your tools   Ain't no fuckin rules don't snooze on loose   Still on the hip 30 shots to put you in your place   Dont chase dreams chase paper   You on your own   Never fuck around with the next mans caper   I hate ya fakers with the passion   I'm crashin your party   Dark mask forever fuckin up everybody   I be the nigga on the corner rollin dice   Drinkin 'til I drop duckin from my cop   Got me on the run like a slave thru the fields   No protection no cover no shields   I feels like a soldier stuck behind enemy lines   In the world of man evil 'cause man ain't kind   Everybodys trife in their own way   Gun play the back   Ready to react 'n clap   The weak don't stand a chance   Dont even clance or look   The wig is where you get your life took   I read the book of survival lible to become homicidal   Get the wealth every man for himself      Chorus: run get the loot grab the ball   Shoot sink the last cop get increased the bankroll   Gotta put the ball in the hole   Every man for himself first one get the gold (nigga)   Run get the loot grab the ball   Shoot sink the last cop get increased the bankroll   Gotta put the ball in the mutthafucking hole   Every man for himself first one get the gold      My mentality is somewhere between arrmageddon and apocalypse   No matter how hot it gets   You cant trap me   Fuck gulliane and potacki   The death penalty don't scare me   I went from homeless junkie to a drunken-monkey-makin-money-gettin-funky      I don't know fear I pour beer on the curb puff herb   Drink liquor to get my swerve   Fuck what you heard 'n what you said   The lead will put end to those who pretend to be my friend   I get loose like leeth everyday a new beef   Dont say peace unless you mean it   Your shit is dirty clean it   Before I decorate yo' face with cuts and scars   What remains gets blown to mars and the stars   We are the ill 'n the physical steady hittin you   After brew I ain't kiddin you I ain't bullshittin' you   Bisquit, see the bisquit before it's spit   2 to the head, 2 to the chest, 1 to the hip, backflip oh shit!   Can't afford to catch another body hit the mimini with the .22   And be outti 5000 I'm housin like projects   I mean experiments home of the witch chicks   Buy the lex buy the benx now you got more friends   Sex 'n chicken head henz   My ends run long like don silver   Try to taxin' be floatin' in the river   Donate your liver   Look over your shoulder   Watch your back get the wealth   Everyman for his mutthafuckin' self