Lyrics:
with sniffer dogs
I'm listening to their words
Watching their every move
For these are white cops and I'm a black man, yea
Pulled over by a cop car
shit clean
I can’t trust ah nigga, got backdoored by my homie
Say you got ah gun lil nigga, got ah army
I’m gettin' all my weed, the west coast, where
Ayo, A-Trak
We ain't want a lot, man
All we wanted was a fair shot, man
Know where I'm from, the numbers stacked against us, man
Uh, in high
The beauty of sanctity in her mind
Is what she thrive for
Wanting more from a man
Beyond what sex implore
She been on many dates
But none of them
[thug] I told you this fuckin guy man
Yo man, yo be, this is my fuckin block, get the fuck off
[Keith] Shut the fuck up
You never had a fuckin green
Dope man
Dope man, coke man
I play the Porsche, 918
I mean the spider you do not know what I mean
I got a driver for my drop top limousine
Go ask yo
throw up the semi on a nigga yeah!)
You 'gon make them boys dump
Leave you and your man slump
You 'gon make them boys dump
Show them with the right one
to every autopsy
Man that boy bad, man that boy spaz
'Til he crash like Sandra Bullock
And Luda on the ave
He changed his name, he a conscious rapper
Naw
the gun butt, woke up in the big white van
Y'all niggas just kidnapped the kid?
He told me, "Hell yeah, boy, you you know what it is
I know where you
my dollars up
Dog a bitch out, whip my dick out-
Tell her: "Swallow up"
All you boys be busy, tryna build your follows up
We live by two different
filet) Ah, ah-ah-ah
[Method Man]
We walking dogs, foot soldiers, fuck you all
Guns and roses, play the wall
The final curtain calls every day, all
We live in a world where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win, not the content of his character, they scared of you
22 million
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
di war man haffi give dem corn
Shat a rain like storm like mi name Ivan
Guns imported like the states they from
Man humble, 'till di devil tan up Inna
bust wit 9's
Splattered like 10 pump out of our bathroom floors
Blast you whores, the dead mans the last who draws
I be the first one to let off
Gun
her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
got clear of the wreck
He was bit by two dogs which he didn't expect
The hoss he bumped into a long hitchin' rack
Where a team was hitched to a wagon
and your cool girl
(Dog noises) Who let the dogs out?
Apartment full of guns I'm
Bringing the loft out
Black granite floors white walker done
Bring
was? Fuck man..."
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Dog it ain't much time for explaining, and you a hitman in training
What to and not to do when the bullets
the street Me and my peeps often meet At 5-0 they work for us walk the beef Walk with heat cause talk is cheap So dunn stay silent Revolvers Automatics guns
dunn stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice
Digital
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Purpose for man, worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun
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