Lyrics:
Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless
Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yes
My God given talent is all that I can do best
Keep
the keys to the brand new Porsche
Would they mind?
Umm, well, of course not
I'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off to a couple
Give me the ol' school mic with a cord
I'll stand on the table, give a fuck about a label
Now, we all can't brawl, we all can't brawl
It'll be your
The States
The hypocrisy be amazing
But I put y'all in your place
Like where I sign up to debate them Fox fools
Mr. Murdock...stop with that fake ass news
I be
rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence,
rock
Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence,
got the block locked up
"Na na na" we got the block locked up
The foes that oppose me by proxy,
They try to get foxy
They try to rock me
They
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
this new producer to rise,
so open your eyes, I think you better recognize.
Dre: (Sam)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him
get god
You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on
The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up
New Balance kicks and hyped up
Why you
you'll hate on the kid (yeah)
I know you hate on the kid (yeah) why, why
Everything happens for a reason
Everything yeah everything yeah
If it suppose
getting shot by cops
No need to worry bout their pops getting locked in blocks
Cell free, apparently out the dark I made it
New slavery, mentally still
of street niggas walking
They don't do no talking, they just on the watch for the opps
There should be a sign in New Orleans to proceed with caution
Better
a paparazzi
Copy, I be probably in the hills out in Cali
In the million dollar crib eatin
On shrimp and brocolli
Watch me, Pilladels Flyer, no hockey
Tell your
love is by your side
No don't be so sad
'Cause life is too short to live
No don't be so sad
I'll be mad if you're this
It's alright
The message
sorry dad we're moving on from you
Im sorry for the lies baby
Im sorry for your cries
I know its hard to stay happy
But Ill be by your side
I know you're
goes down
[Verse Two]
Dope fiend still get high
while dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
you wanna live in the 'burbs with your
kids admire me
It must be the sounds that i put in ya ear
Crystal clear, have no fear, in any mic i tear
In half or to pieces, my style is so ill
That my
to
(I'll be honest, this part is gibberish)
'Cause minimum wage pays for a house with seven other kids
Who are ready to die as easily as me
And it's hardly
was up the block when my compadre Coolie Black got shot
All up on Second and Clara Blocks now check it
New change was burnin inside motherfuckers
room.
Pack, pack, pack up everything until this place looks brand new.
Cause when you're sharing tasks, and having a blast, the time will go by so fast.
Stupid
You can't fuck with this, y'know I know
Bring your whole team kid yeah thunn
Yo, I love my niggas for that
We strike back, handle business
believed if your recording
cnother officer involved shooting last night it'll hit the news by the morning
Give it everything I got give it everything I
touch, it's rough tackle
When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you
The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score
The whole team
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