Everyman 4 Himself Lyrics - Singles - 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 

Ain't no fuckin rules don't snooze on the uz 

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 ain't kind 

Everybodys trife in their own way 

Gun play the back 

Ready to react 'n clap 

The weak don't stand a chance 

Dont even glance 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 don't 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 heard 'n 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 ain't kiddin you I ain't bullshittin' you 

Bisquit, see the bisquit before it's spit 

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

Can't afford to catch another body hit the mimini with the .22 

And be outti 5000 I'm housin like projects 

I mean experiments home of the WIC checks 

Buy the lex buy the benx now you got more friends 

Sex 'n 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