Lyrics:
Take the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeah
Let it bump, though
It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us
Take the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeah
Let it bump, though
It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us
Pull up with that lame shit
I ain't wit that same shit
You can get your name sent
You can get your flesh twitched
You can get yourself ditched
You
to fuck wit' em
Betting on a nigga I'mma go and get it
And if I set it on a nigga you can bet that I'mma go and hit it
These the laws that we live by
a sound
Breathe too fucking hard and you getting bust down
Yo, yo, y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get
dead nigga
Called on by the Scanman
We be like whatever nigga
Whoop ya Kaizie style nigga
If you want us come get us
Come bring it to the camp
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
hair down (come on)
Show a nigga what you workin' wit
Twurkin' wit
This dance ain't for everybody
Only the sexy people
So all you sexy motherfuckers
Get
So call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're
is back, from shaolin's underground
Who's in town? you guessed it, you guessed it
It's the drunken monk, and i came to get cessted
Infested, wit deep
walls down
Jus to make alot of room
Or you can get caught up in spotlight Or wen they askin
Nigga who's hot as you
Knowing deep down in ya soul
You just
Shouldn’t have played but you really wan pick wit us
Plenty weapons ain’t nun but sticks wit us
Yeah you watching you niggas ain’t shit to us
I make plays
a sound
Breathe too fucking hard and you getting bust down
Yo, yo, y'all niggas wanna be killers? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get
that bitch get the singing
Don't fuck wit deceit
Niggas die on the daily and who got the energy
Honestly rather be honest, I gotta enough problems kuz I
enemies by any means (any means)
If-if-if you get twenty years in the league, you still couldn't ball with us (no)
Seven foot four, boy still ain't tall
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved
By
Im a keep going nobody gone stop us
Get out the way or keep losing ya partners
Ill make that call and you gone by tomorrow
Never caught lacking got
to the top
Niggas tryna jack
End up in a box
Me and my niggas
We roll like the mobb
Cleveland raised
And Down Tha Way bread
All the projects get
Harassed by
well, you get knocked out, hah
I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not 'bout
Old nigga wit' some long money, nigga try me, I'ma get it all from ya
and get lit
Then admit ya life was never shit look to Christ and omit
Tenebris or Iblis is your steez now bitch
Bow down submit like Islam will tell you
Runnin' through that money, no I stack it like a hill
Fuck around wit my niggas mane, know they bang fa real
When it come down to my brother bitch
Verse one: xzibit
(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no problem
Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic
the killas
Middle fingers up to people
That don't get us
This is for the graveyard
This is for the dead
Everybody else can go to hell instead
I rep that wicked
witness, crowds are roaring
People dead and Imma let 'em aah
I was just a child wasn't down with it
Now I get down to business down him in his tracks, lick
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