Name:                                                                                                      Instinct Of Life Lyricks:                                                                                                        Vavan

INTRO [Kicho] Yo! Vavan & Kicho......The instinct of life.......yo, check dis shit out! [Vavan] Yo modafucker you wana treat me like shit The way you r goin you've got to get hit You r the only one who fights by your side on your own While our boys like pack of wolfs battling it out for the last piece of bone [Kicho] Coz pride's above the skies howlin nights , blood filled sights Even the chick works for others when its in her fuckin mouth she bites Get the rest of her hood.....everyones ready! Prepared for each otha fucken calm and steady! And the wonder begins to spread like smoke just like dat Like a freshly lit weed or modafuckin cigarette The wind blows in yo pants when you wana hear those coins shake Afta all da fuckin years your lifes been a mistake [Vavan] And you know now dat you can't hide, you cant outrun,  The destiny of future will exist with the sun Which is a lot like a thugs everyday life Fucked up and tired runnin on an edge of a knife Not knowing what every fucken day has in store One day rich 'n happy the next lying dead by the shore Thinkin of revenge for the fuckers who messed wit ya day Thousands of ides of how to make the fuckers pay CHORUS [Kicho, Vavan] The weed gets me high, with da sound of brakin jaws Don't give no fuck bout sluths, bitchez or whores The need for the cash makes mo forget about chicks Sell off tha soul to hell ratin triple 6...... [Kicho] The moon starts gettin closer the grounds starts to shake Dont ya ass think otherwise, there's been no mistake Call it what you think its called, call it what you need All I know's I'm flyin in da sky high on weed The fems dis days think they r Madonnas One day you fuck 'em in da bushes the next they don won us [Vavan] Only bein becoz of the power of yo engine and the size of yo wallet  I say dats fucked up and you call it what you wana call it Times tickin while you polishing your blade Who knows whats gona happen in tomorrows harsh play No one will surrender or get down on their knees The tension's like a beast in cage grabin the first bate it sees [Kicho] The horrible nightmares, the modafucka who dares Spits in yo face then gets chucked down the stares The world becoms to crowded for even best rated thug First he is tha man who get bowed to then gets crushed like a bug Coz tha leader only has to be one Even if that's that dead thugs most be loving son CHORUS [Vavan] Do u fuckin fear the end of days? Who knows when, who knows how, even blink ones it might start now Wiping out everything that's on its way A lot like Bong Warriarz so watch what you say Enough cash in yo pocket and you might be gone for good Not to freedom dumb shit, but to da criminals hood The braveness want save you or undo what you've done Though the cash might make it faster and less painful from harm Don't take it as a threat, you brat swallow it like a warning It might put yo mind on hold though you'll neva say dat you havent been told About the ones who travel yo streets day and nights Lookin for pray and settlin the bong warriors rules, laws and rights CHORUS 2X