Lyrics:
districts
Head quarters off of the ground, from where I came
And I feel at home whenever I grind but still complain
Then I just spill with dad like back in
Heads up! Heads up!
Here's another one!
And a, and another one
Oh!
Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?!
Talking a whole bunch of shit
Heads up! Heads up!
Here's another one!
And a, and another one
Oh!
Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?!
Talking a whole bunch of shit
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
forty-four beneath my head
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
lovin' 44 beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
not stop me (stop me)
I'm on go and still in the game
You can not stop me - you can't stop the boss
This ain't no red light district
Green lights I fly
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
Cruely gangs! Brutal people!
Rundown quarter! Rundown district!
Rundown quarter! Rundown district!
Corpses lying dead in streets
People
Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.
Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters.
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You
neighborhood pick-pocket no afraid fi talk it
Say him get up this morning at about quarter past six
And try fi get a bus fi go in a him district
A jolly bus
I'm riding on a subway train
I think I'm 'bout to go insane
Heading into District A
I'mma rip my head off
I'm cruising down the one-way lane
Why
Who killed 'er?
Who killed the black widder?
Who took a broom and a fryin' pan
And hit her on the head and took it on the lam?
Who killed 'er?
Years of being told you ain't as good as us
Join the line, sign your name
And they all said that our district's going bust
But no-one's fooling
lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They
left room and started to run
Explode behind him began the operation
Traitors of Reich gave us a chance to salvation
Leaders arrested, headquarters
unused inside my head
They're only red from all the things I could have done instead
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realize
They could never
with yo' best one baby
& watch me mack you
Comin' through with hard *** & Shaq-Fu
Never up in Spago's when we knock hoes
Head her off with some
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
.44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
Warn the town the beast is loose
Conflicts with night sticks
Illegal sales districts
Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich
Heretics push
Central Park, The Village
And the Brooklyn Bridges
The hottest shoes in the world the Fashion District
Still my favorite place in the Empire State is in
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