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 first)

Holdin the weight on my shoulder (booya!)



[Verse 3 Buckshot]

The weight o' the world's on my shoulder

I'm never gettin younger, only gettin older

As I, walk the streets with stress

Hold my head, cos the more I finesse

Tap the plate on my bullet proof vest, YES!

I'm strapped in tight,

Cos I feel like some shit gonna happen tonight

I been eyein' a lot of niggas, closin' up

Eye on my jewellery, they frozen up (rock rock rock rock)

Wanna stick me why? How come?

Jealous cos my shit is sophis, I don't fuck wit' none of them

Commercial rap get the Originno gunn clapp

Believe me, stress on my brain, roll a sack of that

Shit that'd make the devil dissolve

Holdin the world spinning on my shoulders wit' no prob



Chorus



[Verse 4 5 ft]

5 o' cock on the dot.

I, I'm up performing callisthenics

While the muslims are making salot (?)

And the Devil plots

The pressures of life got me rock

Plus my ambitions fired up, I just can't stop

Been singing broke too long, time for a new song

Rest in peace to 2strong(?), cos reddaman is still new born

The world's been warned

You get tooken out like a pawn in this game

Or get caught flashin' and flossin' at fame

But, trials and tribulations force me, to claim what's mine

Plus blow mine, (mine!) meaning!

What I work and struggle hard for

To the end of my existence, yes I'll die for

The rules and regulations, all God's laws

Laying it down, under the ground

Until the surface hardcore

Pushin' to become a rich man once poor

Tell you to your face, you ain't ready for the war

(rock rock rock rock