Lyrics:
"bring everybody"
No jive, when we arrived we saw dectective ray mccarthy
He started haul-assin, my fila came unfastened
I fell and went to jail and came
khali, sharp then
Remember getting in is hard
Cause you gotta knock
Getting out is easy
You just open the door and walk
I couldn't handle it
All the hate I
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
the door's not open now (Break it down break it down)
The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)
But I ain't moving (Excuse me?)
We can't keep joking
The game been cold Ima put my socks on
We coming in hot, better put your shades on what up
Say wassup to the youngins in the block
Fresh out the pot giving
a catalyst
Cause that’s dutch doggie, already a classic bitch
Ay, 3 musketeers, 3 advocates
For free we back at it, it's fantastic
No four, kicking in the door
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
pass up no pooty
She started strippin' at the door, oh goody
I got in that ass with the quickness
Fuckin' her down with the diznick
I didn't have
One" like Jet Li
Test me Steele will leave you resting
[Top Dog]
I can't take this
Blood boiling pressure rising
Open my eye's an we narrowed down to 7
the gas
It was one past midnight!
We boned down Vernon
Right on Normandie
Left on Florence
Gettin' through the E.T.G.'s
Spun out on Vermont
Made
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Medellin
I'm turnin' three in the four-door
Watch for the D's in the Taurus
Prayin' we never get caught up, god bless
If I could talk to god one on one
Hella mad once say ohh shit (Which way did he go? I don't know)
I started laughin then threw my rope out the window
Zip the zone and out the back
a crushing weight from above
To save himself from the wolves at the door he betrayed his only true love
The law came to his work one day, saying "We've got
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
negativity you drag around can weigh a whole lot
Probably why you're moving so slow like a subplot
You know what we supply
Realest out that's no lie
We
first verse, from '90 to '94
Mostly peepin' cats' styles out and hittin' the floor
A little bit, in '91 that's when we got down
Different sides
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
or turn me down
But ima never stop the grind
The Chevy pullin' up with the suicide doors
Side to side with my dawgs
This trio knows what they're up against
fuck with the trio (Nah)
Mama, how we had it - zero (Mama)
We had to split it in three doors (Three)
We was hot on the nawf, had to be low
(Hot, hot)
Richardson police say they were called to the Apartments for a disturbance
A possible shooting around 7 p.m
But we are learning today that a body was found by
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