Us Against The World Lyrics
| Song | Us Against The World |
| Artist | Axe Murder Boyz |
| Album | The Garcia Brothers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1] | |
| You don't really understand my story | |
| See I never had shit | |
| Nobody ever did shit for me | |
| To me and Bonez that's it | |
| I remember waking up every morning | |
| I hear my mother yelling like she bout to get hit | |
| And it's getting ever harder to ignore them | |
| All I had to escape that fucked up shit | |
| Was a MC307, beat machine | |
| Shitty mic and a four track tape recorder | |
| Saving me from living in a hateful border | |
| Giving out tapes, hoping they supporta | |
| Mama step dads gettin' a restraining order | |
| I was banging out tracks in the basement hold on | |
| Livin' it another it would take control of | |
| Everything in my life is now you know | |
| Well I'mma climb to the top of the underground | |
| Anybody hating at em, like fuck em now | |
| Anybody negative, I cut em out | |
| Couldn't even understand my fucking style | |
| I'm a underdog in this industry | |
| Ain't too many people been a friend of me | |
| If you really wanna test my sanity | |
| You better be undercover like a canopy | |
| Cause I'm flamethrower when I'm making name for us | |
| And I came here to claim the stage they knowing | |
| And I kill shit everyday when we rollin' | |
| On a nation wide tour, get paid and take over | |
| They push us, we pushing back | |
| I'm sick individual, just love the fact | |
| That I go all in, never got it back | |
| Destroy the evil, destruct the wack | |
| And I know my life's a fight dog | |
| Everybody wanna with them people, wanna kill em | |
| But you're never gonna get my life dog | |
| I'm on another level, let me hit them with the venom | |
| I can turn your favourite rapper to a ghost | |
| Can nobody fuck with the Otis | |
| Call me Young Wicked but I'm grown | |
| And I'mma be the greatest ever known | |
| And I'm comin for the throne | |
| And I've never can afford to stop | |
| I’m living off a cup noodles and a quarter pop | |
| I turn a dollar into million in a more than that | |
| Down to duck so I support the yack | |
| So I look back with the grimace | |
| Cause I know this fight ain't finished | |
| Coming up, they call us losers | |
| Now the losers is the winners | |
| And it's |
| Verse 1 | |
| You don' t really understand my story | |
| See I never had shit | |
| Nobody ever did shit for me | |
| To me and Bonez that' s it | |
| I remember waking up every morning | |
| I hear my mother yelling like she bout to get hit | |
| And it' s getting ever harder to ignore them | |
| All I had to escape that fucked up shit | |
| Was a MC307, beat machine | |
| Shitty mic and a four track tape recorder | |
| Saving me from living in a hateful border | |
| Giving out tapes, hoping they supporta | |
| Mama step dads gettin' a restraining order | |
| I was banging out tracks in the basement hold on | |
| Livin' it another it would take control of | |
| Everything in my life is now you know | |
| Well I' mma climb to the top of the underground | |
| Anybody hating at em, like fuck em now | |
| Anybody negative, I cut em out | |
| Couldn' t even understand my fucking style | |
| I' m a underdog in this industry | |
| Ain' t too many people been a friend of me | |
| If you really wanna test my sanity | |
| You better be undercover like a canopy | |
| Cause I' m flamethrower when I' m making name for us | |
| And I came here to claim the stage they knowing | |
| And I kill shit everyday when we rollin' | |
| On a nation wide tour, get paid and take over | |
| They push us, we pushing back | |
| I' m sick individual, just love the fact | |
| That I go all in, never got it back | |
| Destroy the evil, destruct the wack | |
| And I know my life' s a fight dog | |
| Everybody wanna with them people, wanna kill em | |
| But you' re never gonna get my life dog | |
| I' m on another level, let me hit them with the venom | |
| I can turn your favourite rapper to a ghost | |
| Can nobody fuck with the Otis | |
| Call me Young Wicked but I' m grown | |
| And I' mma be the greatest ever known | |
| And I' m comin for the throne | |
| And I' ve never can afford to stop | |
| I' m living off a cup noodles and a quarter pop | |
| I turn a dollar into million in a more than that | |
| Down to duck so I support the yack | |
| So I look back with the grimace | |
| Cause I know this fight ain' t finished | |
| Coming up, they call us losers | |
| Now the losers is the winners | |
| And it' s |
| Verse 1 | |
| You don' t really understand my story | |
| See I never had shit | |
| Nobody ever did shit for me | |
| To me and Bonez that' s it | |
| I remember waking up every morning | |
| I hear my mother yelling like she bout to get hit | |
| And it' s getting ever harder to ignore them | |
| All I had to escape that fucked up shit | |
| Was a MC307, beat machine | |
| Shitty mic and a four track tape recorder | |
| Saving me from living in a hateful border | |
| Giving out tapes, hoping they supporta | |
| Mama step dads gettin' a restraining order | |
| I was banging out tracks in the basement hold on | |
| Livin' it another it would take control of | |
| Everything in my life is now you know | |
| Well I' mma climb to the top of the underground | |
| Anybody hating at em, like fuck em now | |
| Anybody negative, I cut em out | |
| Couldn' t even understand my fucking style | |
| I' m a underdog in this industry | |
| Ain' t too many people been a friend of me | |
| If you really wanna test my sanity | |
| You better be undercover like a canopy | |
| Cause I' m flamethrower when I' m making name for us | |
| And I came here to claim the stage they knowing | |
| And I kill shit everyday when we rollin' | |
| On a nation wide tour, get paid and take over | |
| They push us, we pushing back | |
| I' m sick individual, just love the fact | |
| That I go all in, never got it back | |
| Destroy the evil, destruct the wack | |
| And I know my life' s a fight dog | |
| Everybody wanna with them people, wanna kill em | |
| But you' re never gonna get my life dog | |
| I' m on another level, let me hit them with the venom | |
| I can turn your favourite rapper to a ghost | |
| Can nobody fuck with the Otis | |
| Call me Young Wicked but I' m grown | |
| And I' mma be the greatest ever known | |
| And I' m comin for the throne | |
| And I' ve never can afford to stop | |
| I' m living off a cup noodles and a quarter pop | |
| I turn a dollar into million in a more than that | |
| Down to duck so I support the yack | |
| So I look back with the grimace | |
| Cause I know this fight ain' t finished | |
| Coming up, they call us losers | |
| Now the losers is the winners | |
| And it' s |
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