Lyrics:
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
onto the next
Because I make all my money with my golden arm
I was born
Rig Welder
My old lady
She'll cut your hair
She sales makeup
While the kids are
for me
'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart
And I'm totin some fat shit take off your arm pits
Backed up when I come but I'm hitting my target
Step back from the hip back him up with a bomb
Head shot
keeping me strong
This far by faith, you kept me this long
Leaning on your unchanging arms
Moving forward
a son by this bitch he dated
Shorty waited for two dead case kid
He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them
Then one day out of the blue, BAM!
A dick in the dirt is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my
There's a kid with a golden arm
He admits to the forest fire
That he started up from a lack of something better going on
This kid with
Gang
(Ayo, Sebastian, run that shit the fuck back)
(RonRon, do that shit)
If they ask me how I got it, bitch
I got it out the mud
As kids, was
Chorus: Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs
Opposition got clout see a kid fallout
Regret on his mind as he lays out
Hey I pray that you come home
9 1 1 dial pick up the phone
Judge by the book sticks
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
We be them, insurgents, not a bit nervous
Encouraged, got bit further to go
By any means, gettin rid of our
We be them, insurgents, not a bit nervous
Encouraged, got bit further to go
By any means, gettin rid of our enemies
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah that's
We be them, insurgents, not a bit nervous
Encouraged, got bit further to go
By any means, gettin rid of our enemies
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah that's
Oh yeah, as we celebrate hip hop, baby
Yeah, it's Ghostface and the man Kid Capri
I just want to celebrate
Like my squad won the Super Bowl
I just
right over there
And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM over there
So just chill
[Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid
Don't
the first arm's found we observe the art. Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb, rather kick when the face already raped by the worms.
El-P
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
Precious metals round our necks and arms
We tear it up y'all,
relief but you can't find none
You been burnt by the midnight sun
I know the feeling, you wish you'd been warned
Now you and I are brothers in arms
obedient kids)
(we go by a million minds, we go by a million dreams, a million silent buried seeds
We go by a million lives, we go by a million streets,
(You get your head down, will you)
I want you to march
Eyes go right, shoulder arms
Left wheel turn, show your charms
Change your clothes,
raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on Broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed
class ya fake ass
Couldn't stop a nigga wit brake pads I'm way pass
Anything that you ever did I'm betta kid
And we never sweat a bid it's easy to get
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