every  man  4  himself  -  nine

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

aint  no  fuckin  rules  dont  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  aint  kind

everybodys  trife  in  their  own  way

gun  play  the  back

ready  to  reactn  clap

the  weak  dont  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  dont  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  heardn  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  aint  kiddin  you  i  aint  bullshittin  you

bisquit  see  the  bisquit  before  its  spit

2  to  the  head  2  to  the  chest  1  to  the  hip  backflip  oh  shit

cant  afford  to  catch  another  body  hit  the  mimini  with  the  .22

and  be  outti  5000  im  housin  like  projects

i  mean  experiments  home  of  the  witch  chicks

buy  the  lex  buy  the  benx  now  you  got  more  friends

sexn  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