(chorus) I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you
(verse 1) I know you I was dead form the shit i be makin up Reality's nightmare, dead men wake up In and outcha mind, flatline, straight up the darkness I'm heartless and regaurdless, the wicketness, spark dis Now let me kick the shit that got me paid bitch Triple six, the unholy, up boy you don't know me I'll ya fuckin thoat plus the murder i wrote Daddy will blast for me, catashrophy When I got wrote my name on the wall in grafitti I from the rich and I gives to the needy Punks know my steelo man I rock up a kilo My undrstanded plus i'm no super hero You say you want a revolution, well A young sittin on ammo plus i'm rich The angel strangled sev-er-al N-A-T-A-S got Fuck the and public broadcast it Timothy Mcbay need to be wrapped in Shoot you in yo face for my respect Judgement day in my god tape deck
(chorus) I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you
(verse 2) I'm the wicketest ever bless the microphone As i spit this curse, I ya brain burst It gets Nigga what the you thought For murder raps, ghost never get caught Can't understand the i cast to the mass I make a young nigga blast if i give 'em the I got master sterea in ya And in america, i'm bringin the On night