Weight Of The World - Black Moon

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