What what what what what!    Chorus  Holding the weight of the world, holding the weight of the world  Weight of the world on my shoulders (rock, rock, rock, rock)    [Verse 1 Buckshot]  Yeah, I know you can relate to this shit right here,   feelin like you got a lot of weight  Sometimes you wanna bomb never hesitate, bomb first,   hold ya head up yo, get up yo    Got all these stressed out niggas with firearms  Prepare, get ready they about to bomb  First one hit usually an innocent civillian  Shot by the elevator dead up in the building  I'm illin' of the chill I got  Through my spine last night when I heard the shot  Took flight, cos I know that the Gods is right  Telling me you gonna make it when there's hard in life  And the stripes that you gain through the streets is pain  No matter how many motherfuckers is slain  Hold your head son, maintain  Fuck getting the tumour in your brain  Mutherfuck the rumour that you on came(?)  Simple and plain, like piece of the pie  It's the hustle to get yours, Nigga I can't lie  I'm addicted to the high life, the wild life  Make the stress go by easy, when the bomb right    Chorus    [Verse 2 5 ft]  The weight of the world is on my shoulder  But, everyday I wake I find myself I'm getting bolder  As I annihilate, plus dominate  Thinking of ways to rise up, like a republican prominent  In the bomb state of thinking  Sometimes, life is like quicksand, if not watching your step  You end up sinkin  So pay close attention, don't be blinkin'  Cos you might miss the entire point of the words that we speakin'    Chorus x 1  Holding the weight of the world (bomb first)  Holdin the weight on my shoulder (booya!)    [Verse 3 Buckshot]  The weight o' the world's on my shoulder  I'm never gettin younger, only gettin older  As I, walk the streets with stress  Hold my head, cos the more I finesse  Tap the plate on my bullet proof vest, YES!  I'm strapped in tight,  Cos I feel like some shit gonna happen tonight  I been eyein' a lot of niggas, closin' up  Eye on my jewellery, they frozen up (rock rock rock rock)  Wanna stick me why? How come?  Jealous cos my shit is sophis, I don't fuck wit' none of them  Commercial rap get the Originno gunn clapp  Believe me, stress on my brain, roll a sack of that  Shit that'd make the devil dissolve  Holdin the world spinning on my shoulders wit' no prob    Chorus    [Verse 4 5 ft]  5 o' cock on the dot.  I, I'm up performing callisthenics  While the muslims are making salot (?)  And the Devil plots  The pressures of life got me rock  Plus my ambitions fired up, I just can't stop  Been singing broke too long, time for a new song  Rest in peace to 2strong(?), cos reddaman is still new born  The world's been warned  You get tooken out like a pawn in this game  Or get caught flashin' and flossin' at fame  But, trials and tribulations force me, to claim what's mine  Plus blow mine, (mine!) meaning!  What I work and struggle hard for  To the end of my existence, yes I'll die for  The rules and regulations, all God's laws  Laying it down, under the ground  Until the surface hardcore  Pushin' to become a rich man once poor  Tell you to your face, you ain't ready for the war  (rock rock rock rock)