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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)

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