n*ggas up in my hood be getting shot, given poison
in hospitals, shots riddle the block
little children and elderly women run for their lives
drizzling rain come out the sky every time somebody dies,
must be out my f*cking mind, what is this, the hundreth time?
sending flowers to funerals, reading rest in peace
you know the usual, death comes in threes
life is short is what some n*gga said
not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
it’s funny how these black killer companies is making money off us
fast food, colas, sodas, skull and bone crosses

it’s all poison, ecstacy, coke
you say its love, it is poison
schools where i learned they should be burned, it is poison
physicians prescripting us medicine which is poison
doctors injecting our infants with the poison
religion misoverstood is poison

sisters up in my hood trying to do good given choices
when pregnant drop out of school or have abortions
stop working hoping that they find a man that will support them
up late night on their mothers cordless, thinking a perm or
bleaching cream will make them better, when they’re gorgeous
white girls tanning, lyposuction
fake t*tties are implanted, fake lips that’s life destruction
lightskin women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves
denying even their blood
i don’t judge Tiger Woods but i overstand the mental poison
that’s even worser than drugs

yo its poison, ecstacy, coke
you say its love, it is poison
schools where i learned they should be burned, it is poison
physicians prescripting us medicine which is poison
doctors injecting our infants with the poison
religion misoverstood is poison

radio and tv poison, “white Jesus” poison
and any thoughts of taking me down is poison
who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them
plaow

never to worry, all the wrong doers got it coming back to ’em
a thousand times over
every dog has its day and everything flips around
even the most greatest nation in the world has it coming back to ’em
everybody reaps what they sows thats how it goes
innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we’ll get through it
y’all be strong

the china-men built the railroad
the indians saved the pilgrim
and in return the pilgrim killed ’em
they call it it thanksgiving, i call your holiday hellday
’cause i’m from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
me and my n*ggas share gifts every day like christmas
slay b*tches and party everyday like this is the last
i’m with my heckles connecting and we hitting the lad
this is my level, f*ck if it get you mad
it’s all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison
rappers only talk about keys, it’s all poison
how could you call yourself emcees you ain’t poison
think about the kids you mislead with the poison
and any thoughts of taking me down is all poison
who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them
plaow

what goes around comes around, my n*gga
and what goes up, it must come down, my n*gga
the soldiers found below the ground, my n*gga
just hold it down, we older now, my n*gga
what goes around comes around, my n*gga
and what goes up, it must come down, my n*gga
the soldiers found below the ground, my n*gga
just hold it down, we older now, my n*gga

this n*gga ike with the iverson jersey
light skin with herpees
f*ckin’ sisters in harlem, brooklyn and d.c.
this is the problem cause he never tell ’em he got it
from letting fags suck him off rikers Island in nine-three
drives in benz, hangs in all the parties
all the concerts, backstage where the stars be
rocking their shirts in b*tches faces like clockwork
whats your name, where you from, chain blinging
thinking girls everywhere’s dumb, taking powder ruining their lives
so they could never have babies, and they could never be wives
he never used a condom, give him head he got ya
met the wrong b*tch and now he dead from the monster: AIDs
i contemplate, believing in karma
those on top could just break and wont be eating tomorrow
i know some b*tches who be sleeping on n*ggas’ dreams
they leave when their n*gga blow she the first bitch on her knees
knowing dudes thats neglecting their seeds
instead of taking care of ’em they spending money on trees
i pray for you deadbeat daddies
’cause when them kids get grown its too late for you
now you old and you getting shitted on
it’s all scientific, mystic, you know the earth and the stars
don’t hesitate to say you heard it from nas
what is destined shall be
george bush killer til george bush kills me
much blessings be healthy, remember