Lyrics:
Afu
You know we been doin' it for years, man
Show these fools how it's supposed to be done, baby
[Afu-Ra]
Uh, I spent time learnin' to kill
Girl I put you in a Range and you might be my new habit
We drove across the Atlantic baby in some new fabric
Yeah
This shit can get graphic
This shit can
innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the community
While corrupt cops, be harassing you and me
Pullin me over, in front
Aiyo, this is big Nas
I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know?
From Gang Starr, no doubt
Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew
The place is where (here) ..
[Fredro Starr]
At night time I kill 'em, bloody on my canine
Search and find you just, mob through blast fast
Ruffin 'em up,
they are (uh)
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr (uh)
Me and Flacko, they say we the new Wave Gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
give a row
Atlantic A-D-see is what I'm always givin' up
So niggas see-ware of the notorious "Panic Zone"
Crazy S-be -G
By the way it's Mr. Gangsta Bone
our fifty states
There's no home for those who don't grow up in one place
And I'm ready to fly, will you be my only light
Cause you let me know why you
a fight,
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in
From outta state,
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble
summer soul days
I think I'll take my baby for a ride down the back road
Out in the country where the summer winds blow
Over by the river there's
on Atlantic smoking through the tents
Swerving lanes like the foreign came off rent tryna see what I spent
All these haters they dont wanna see me win I whip
like Atlantic Starr
New Birth, Wildflower was that jamming shit by far
And Eddie Kendricks' voice will have you singing in your car
I know, I know, I
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
(Ice Starr)
Pussy so good, got me callin' her mama
She in that Benz and she came from a Honda (hey)
She never fucked on my partners (hey)
Baby don't
see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble bustin' in from out of state
And the DA Can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots
do-or-die, homicide
But tell me the reason for lost lives
Could it be we all caught up in a scandalous system?
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by
got my man Gang Starr in the house
and to my brother Smooth B is in the house
and I'm Greg N-i-c-e, I'm in the house
So peep it
[ VERSE 1: Greg
That's baby dribble you spittin'
If we bein' specific, my drip Atlantic-Pacific
And I still wanna be wetter
Bigger badder and better
I push the bars
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
left...SNOW, I still be a hoodlum
'cause good dayz come to those WHO TAKE 'EM
And I'm fed up, if there was so much things outta ya
I gotta screeaam! (Aaah!)
clothes on
Hold on baby why you got yo clothes on
Whoa there
Baby you don't want to go there
Whoa there
Baby you don't want to go there
Hold up baby
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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