Woodie - Journey lyrics

[A-Wax] Yo feel my flury Feel my fury Middle finger to the world Till I'm burried Heaven or hell Choose one or be a treat By seven I'm in a spell, bumpin' a beat Somethin' comes from deep within me Talkin' sickly, stictly, talkin' to me So possibly I could be goin' insane Snortin' this cane Stressed out like a muthaf**a flowin' his pain Misunderstood by most Few people considered close It's a very thin line between foes and folks Slide up [?] and spokes, bangin' the curb Stumblin' out the driver side tamin' the Burg Mumblin' words, ready to reach Dawg I'm deadly wit heat Hold it steady I'll be A f**in' nut, patna what Run up and get touched Sent him on a journey stretched out on a gurney I'm turnin' more savage as the days go by Think I'm headed for the flames Dawg, I ain't gon' lie It's a cold world full a sin What the f**, what the f** What the f** are you supposed to do They after you and they want yo soul But it ain't nothin' you can do Wit that chrome 44 All the love in the world couldn't k** this rage And I simply love nothin' but this k** I blaze [Chorus: Woodie (A-Wax)] Let me take you on a journey (journey) Heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell) Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast) America, we ain't scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (darin' ya) Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area) Journey, heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell) Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast) America, we ain't scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (we darin' ya) Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area) [Woodie] That's the point ya existance I could feel these haters in a distance Plottin', schemin', dreamin' that they can get wit this Witness through the eyes of a survivor From these battlefields in the streets I was born a fighter And unlike many others I've been through this sh** I've held a homie's hand Till he died and lost grip Homie rip, rest in peace Things we used to say but f** that! That ain't enough I'm gonna ride to my grave Think I'm gonna pay for the actions that you make I'm way beyond the point of wonder why I'm [?] trait This goes to all my enemies Big or small, your up in the fault I got nothin' to loose I die or win it all Look my mind is like a brick wall Hard to penetrate This stuborn muthaf**a that I am is ready to demonstrate You tend to fake s**a you'll be the first to go Cuz I'm a lay it down, right now Woodie let ya know [Chorus] x 2 (pause between each chorus)