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weed
Drive-bys every day
Wonder what's goin' on
Here outside wit my muthafuckin' A.K.
Woah, what I'm gonna do when it's cold outside?
Ha, oh, woah
only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record
full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what I said
would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Let's peel their caps back

The cars
niggas puttin' they screws on, shit ain't cool son
'cause soon one day I feel I'm gonna have to lay somebody for real
A deal is, but Steele is strictly
I called her on the Nokia
And told her come pick me up
As soon as I got in the house she got on her knees and grabbed my penis
Ate it up like some
Yo, see hand me that muthafuckin' ratchet man
These niggas talkin' all that beef shit
Soon as this nigga come around the muthafuckin' corner
I'ma lay
pay him on his way up
I told him bring the eight's up and someone bring the K's up

Comin' straight up, somebody block gettin' sprayed
Babies time
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
through any hood, even Eddie Murphy DJ's
If we ever see ya we beat up the ruff to take his earf
Yo somebody must have sent them the word, ya heard
six guns, three eighties and K's, glock forty-fives,
From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio...
I'ma shoot'cha in your head, makin' sure your dead

First
coke and homicide leap
The other street opportunity, the chance to live sweet
Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete

So you can be
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper 
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.

Come on, O.K
the mean time I'll give it a check up

[Chorus - 2X]
Hip-hop just died here's a warning
(somebody ring the alarm)
Hip=hop just died here's a warning
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up

I wanna give
coke and homicide leap
The other street opportunity, the chance to live sweet
Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete

So you can be
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
to Florida City, Opa-Locka 
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause you'se a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya,
-Bizzy Bone-Intro- 
Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just
through any hood, even Eddie Murphy DJ's
If we ever see ya we beat up the ruff to take his earf
Yo somebody must have sent them the word, ya heard
through any hood, even Eddie Murphy DJ's
If we ever see ya we beat up the ruff to take his earf
Yo somebody must have sent them the word, ya heard
of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause you'se a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya,
through any hood, even Eddie Murphy DJ's
If we ever see ya we beat up the ruff to take his earf
Yo somebody must have sent them the word, ya heard