One By One

I don't need these highs to raise me I don't need these highs to lift me up I don't want your smiles to wake me] I don't think that I should slowly go Never ending trials I am facing I don't want their wives to mix me up I'm all fucked up today My lucky friend says your luck will end today I don't need these highs to raise me I don't need these lows to numb I don't want these trials to be raiding me I don't need their noses to nose my heart That's a start Let's get it on My lucky friend says your luck will end today My lucky friend says your luck will end today Ice cold on the battlefield Twenty below was the wind chill Winchester rifle with the hot lead It burnt a hole in their fucking heads Bullets ring on the battlefield The survivor is the one who kills Now they drown in their own blood Men laying where they once stood Through the fire and the gunsmoke Niggas crawling with their back broke And they're hopeful that they don't croak Bullets spraying and there's no hope From (?) I slay my enemy, drained him of his energy I fight for this victory, you die in your iniquity Ice c-c-cold on the battlefield Twenty below motherfucker, that's the wind chill A thousand men they come and they fall One by one Call the preacher, the mortician You can't stop this coalition Its like I'm fighting against the prohibition In the sunlight, bong!, you see that sword glisten My lucky friend says your luck will end today Now we got this taste for blood Now we got this taste for blood from the This pain is all but surmounted by peace It truly is Killa Hill, Brownville Never ran, never will Besmirch the quarter mil Movie cams on y grill Never jam, never squeal C'mon every wheel A bag of cash in the stash Queen on the bills I'm just one of my mom's eight born sons One of those nine swordsmen Slice your neck with a tongue Its an Ol' Dirty cousin A student of Allah's justice Boosting my mind (?) the atom bomb to crush us I bathe in the moonlight Gain praise in the sunlight Seen the platoon strike at midnight to the noonlight Oh what a life With just a butter knife they could hijack your crew (?) interrupt your life Then raise the price of grass, hash, gas, and rice I send a white square (?) to sacrifice the night One by one One by one One by one One by one One by one