Lyrics:
fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin', last night
Two kids shot while
Luke:
LET THE BEATINGS BEGI-I-I-I-IN!
[Excerpt from the Cheech & Chong track "Pedro and Man At The
Drive-In," in which a man is whipped and gives
the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 am and I'm back
Up poppin' with the crew i just landed in
Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
[ Havoc ]
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South - Central - Madness
[ Prode'je ]
Hoo-ridin in
Insanity
[Amidst my] Reality
[I'm inside] The gallery
[Don't live by] The salary
[This is my] Insanity
[Amidst my] Reality
[I'm inside] The gallery
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
our babies
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers from their dreams
Only to continue to have this repetitive dream
That change indeed must come by any
our babies
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers from their dreams
Only to continue to have this repetitive dream
That change indeed must come by any
understandin’
We play bass!
[Verse 2]
He likes all genres of music
There is no doubt about that
He dislikes war to a certain extent
I don’t know where he lives
gunnin' thirty round drummin' now your done,
It'll be stunnin' when we comin' when you front is when runnin',
Do you so wo double oh who crew you two
Well-seasoned like curry from India or Jamaica
Bring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek her
Then cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping
Ready for
night sky and
Nah I ain't from Puna
But don't push me
This life is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
This that Puna Boy Anthem
This the Puna
more bad guys thinkin'
They will treat you right
I ain't makin up my mind this is all from my heart
So if you trust me then we'll take a cool fresh
proclamation
We fight inflation, yet the president's still on vacation
B.D.P. posse I say "One two three, the crew is called B.D.P.
And if you wanna go
We stick as a posse like a stamp to a letter
What's theirs is mines, what's mines is theirs
Cause in this ghetto love game we play fair
I'm unspoiled
this
No shit, won't trip, ain't nothin' to this
2Pacalpyse, now jack you better brace
'Cause I'm thumpin' it up and pumpin'
It up with hellafied bass if
get the loot
Sawed off Wesson in the boot
Endgame posse on the loose
Kiss the floor now
I might shoot
I might shoot
Listen up
This the time to do this
(EASTSIDE!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set)
And what we live by
(yeah) , what we gon' die by (Dip-Set)
So these rules I abide by
I'm duckin' shots
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South Central Madness
Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters
better cool out
'Cause your butt is smoke, if we ever duel out
This jam is directed, to all of those who expected
For me to cold be rejected but now I'm
bangin' out this hot shit from Sigma
Illa-del-P-A, live without a DJ
And it's been that way, since Sergio Vallente
Yo, The Roots holdin' it down, is all
live
Like Uncle Luke side
I view with two eyes
When she drop
My path
Is not the topic
We got this
JaXsaun my brother
What's hap nan
We back in action
I
Daily, Likwit activity
Phil Da Agony causing you total tragedy
My chest is burning from the Hennesy rock
Yo I live to see the enemy drop
a motherfuckin nigga from down south
Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray?
Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby
If you think I'm playin,
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