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 F**kin 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 F**k Around With The Next Mans Caper



I Hate Ya Fakers With The Passion



I'm Crashin Your Party



Dark Mask Forever F**kin 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 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 Mutthaf**king 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