Lyrics:
to 'lax and wait for Rubber Band and Bes'
Bassey broke down on the other side of town
Yo you know what it's about, The Roots is out
To the subway
Team
'til they holler "Enough"
We'll razzle your frazzle
We'll muzzle you guys
We'll dazzle each one of you
Right down to size
We'll shiver your timbers
three years ago
Married a man out in New Mexico
Calls to say the boys are really growin
God, I miss them kids
As for me, I'm twelve steps down
never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five
Cause shells comin' back at us while we jump in the ride
Flyin', duckin', our b****es in the club
The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,
While the children were smothered on the stair by the door.
Such a terrible sight I never did see
We
to be alive
Just think it all started you fussin' with three guys
Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way
You could fuck around, get shot, die
bottles came, poured a swimming pool
Now we 'bout to dive (that's right)
Got one room, got three bitches
Nigga, damn right, the way it's supposed to be
"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
somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there
, we was Northeast bound
Jettin' on down at the speed of sound
Three days coming and three more going
We get back and there was no slack
490 Madison,
shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
We kept chickens in a pen in the back and everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer
gangsters
Soon as we walk in the door
We get the party started
That means you fucking with gangsters
(Trippy niggas, nigga we don't give a fuck)
Hopped up
a brick
Most my niggas done got busted tryna take a hit
The feds were lurkin', we was servin', they was takin' flicks
This how it goes down in
n****s pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin' 40's, moved to harder s***
God damn now I'm a grown man, I
the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
One morning the tears started rolling down her empty face
That sparkle in her eye had been
sacrifice it to the link
Knock three times yeah I'm closer than you think
Window pane whisper out your name scratch it in the frame
Not insane but the homies
a cabby
As we approach my tilt
Paranoia in my bones had built
By the lock on the door, a hole was drilled
I opened it to the kitchen floor
My heart nailed
the clouds, we could shut it down
From the Dirty South, muzzle on my mouth
Roof, I'm a dog, I'm in it
I pick your girl up like it's a fuckin' calisthenic
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
Cars barely movin', but now we got heat
Made a left turn as I watched in fright
My ex-girlfriend shot out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so
somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there
first fucking drive-by
Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd
They started yelling as the bithces started falling down
All I heard was sirens by
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown Hell
She heard a noise
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