One By One

I don't need these highs to raise me
 I don't need these highs to lift me up
 I don't want your smiles to wake me]
 I don't think that I should slowly go
 Never ending trials I am facing
 I don't want their wives to mix me up
 I'm all fucked up today
 My lucky friend says your luck will end today
 I don't need these highs to raise me
 I don't need these lows to numb
 I don't want these trials to be raiding me
 I don't need their noses to nose my heart
 That's a start
 Let's get it on
 My lucky friend says your luck will end today
 My lucky friend says your luck will end today
 Ice cold on the battlefield
 Twenty below was the wind chill
 Winchester rifle with the hot lead
 It burnt a hole in their fucking heads
 Bullets ring on the battlefield
 The survivor is the one who kills
 Now they drown in their own blood
 Men laying where they once stood
 Through the fire and the gunsmoke
 Niggas crawling with their back broke
 And they're hopeful that they don't croak
 Bullets spraying and there's no hope
 From (?) I slay my enemy, drained him of his energy
 I fight for this victory, you die in your iniquity
 Ice c-c-cold on the battlefield
 Twenty below motherfucker, that's the wind chill
 A thousand men they come and they fall
 One by one
 Call the preacher, the mortician
 You can't stop this coalition
 Its like I'm fighting against the prohibition
 In the sunlight, bong!, you see that sword glisten
 My lucky friend says your luck will end today
 Now we got this taste for blood
 Now we got this taste for blood from the
 This pain is all but surmounted by peace
 It truly is
 Killa Hill, Brownville
 Never ran, never will
 Besmirch the quarter mil
 Movie cams on y grill
 Never jam, never squeal
 C'mon every wheel
 A bag of cash in the stash
 Queen on the bills
 I'm just one of my mom's eight born sons
 One of those nine swordsmen
 Slice your neck with a tongue
 Its an Ol' Dirty cousin
 A student of Allah's justice
 Boosting my mind
 (?) the atom bomb to crush us
 I bathe in the moonlight
 Gain praise in the sunlight
 Seen the platoon strike at midnight to the noonlight
 Oh what a life
 With just a butter knife they could hijack your crew (?) interrupt your life
 Then raise the price of grass, hash, gas, and rice
 I send a white square (?) to sacrifice the night
 One by one
 One by one
 One by one
 One by one
 One by one