[A-Wax]

Yo feel my flury

Feel my fury

Middle finger to the world

Till I'm burried

Heaven or hell

Choose one or be a treat

By seven I'm in a spell, bumpin' a beat

Somethin' comes from deep within me

Talkin' sickly, stictly, talkin' to me

So possibly I could be goin' insane

Snortin' this cane

Stressed out like a muthafucka flowin' his pain

Misunderstood by most

Few people considered close

It's a very thin line between foes and folks

Slide up [?] and spokes, bangin' the curb

Stumblin' out the driver side tamin' the Burg

Mumblin' words, ready to reach

Dawg I'm deadly wit heat

Hold it steady I'll be

A fuckin' nut, patna what

Run up and get touched

Sent him on a journey stretched out on a gurney

I'm turnin' more savage as the days go by

Think I'm headed for the flames

Dawg, I ain't gon' lie

It's a cold world full a sin

What the fuck, what the fuck

What the fuck are you supposed to do

They after you and they want yo soul

But it ain't nothin' you can do

Wit that chrome 44

All the love in the world couldn't kill this rage

And I simply love nothin' but this kill I blaze



[Chorus: Woodie (A-Wax)]

Let me take you on a journey (journey)

Heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell)

Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast)

America, we ain't scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (darin' ya)



Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area)

Journey, heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell)

Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast)

America, we ain't scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (we darin' ya)

Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area)



[Woodie]

That's the point ya existance

I could feel these haters in a distance

Plottin', schemin', dreamin' that they can get wit this

Witness through the eyes of a survivor

From these battlefields in the streets

I was born a fighter

And unlike many others

I've been through this shit

I've held a homie's hand

Till he died and lost grip

Homie rip, rest in peace

Things we used to say but fuck that!

That ain't enough I'm gonna ride to my grave

Think I'm gonna pay for the actions that you make

I'm way beyond the point of wonder why I'm [?] trait

This goes to all my enemies

Big or small, your up in the fault

I got nothin' to loose

I die or win it all

Look my mind is like a brick wall

Hard to penetrate

This stuborn muthafucka that I am is ready to demonstrate

You tend to fake

Sucka you'll be the first to go

Cuz I'm a lay it down, right now

Woodie let ya know



[Chorus] x 2

(pause between each chorus)