What What What What What!




Chorus



Holding The Weight Of The World, Holding The Weight Of The World



Weight Of The World On My Shoulders (rock, Rock, Rock, Rock)




[Verse 1 Buckshot]



Yeah, I Know You Can Relate To This Shit Right Here,



Feelin Like You Got A Lot Of Weight



Sometimes You Wanna Bomb Never Hesitate, Bomb First,



Hold Ya Head Up Yo, Get Up Yo




Got All These Stressed Out Niggas With Firearms



Prepare, Get Ready They About To Bomb



First One Hit Usually An Innocent Civillian



Shot By The Elevator Dead Up In The Building



I'm Illin' Of The Chill I Got



Through My Spine Last Night When I Heard The Shot



Took Flight, Cos I Know That The Gods Is Right



Telling Me You Gonna Make It When There's Hard In Life



And The Stripes That You Gain Through The Streets Is Pain



No Matter How Many Motherfuckers Is Slain



Hold Your Head Son, Maintain



Fuck Getting The Tumour In Your Brain



Mutherfuck The Rumour That You On Came(?)



Simple And Plain, Like Piece Of The Pie



It's The Hustle To Get Yours, Nigga I Can't Lie



I'm Addicted To The High Life, The Wild Life



Make The Stress Go By Easy, When The Bomb Right




Chorus




[Verse 2 5 Ft]



The Weight Of The World Is On My Shoulder



But, Everyday I Wake I Find Myself I'm Getting Bolder



As I Annihilate, Plus Dominate



Thinking Of Ways To Rise Up, Like A Republican Prominent



In The Bomb State Of Thinking



Sometimes, Life Is Like Quicksand, If Not Watching Your Step



You End Up Sinkin



So Pay Close Attention, Don't Be Blinkin'



Cos You Might Miss The Entire Point Of The Words That We Speakin'




Chorus X 1



Holding The Weight Of The World (bomb