Lyrics:
window up in broad day
Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Dumpin' back these pills, I feel my head
dog)
Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas want the real (get at me, dog)
(What? Rrr, arf, arf, what the deal?)
One in the back
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion
Guess who was scared
Niggas stalkin' in the Memphis streets
The Triple 6 them Mafia niggas you don't want
and comsumers 'cause we had athis lil city down in
Alabama Boomin' so we just do it
Did it like Nike
And even wit this wifebeater on
I still got somethin up my
She made perfume in the back of the room
While me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop
And we'd play for her the songs she liked best to have us
in the spot
Scan the cops so can stand out
Know the room but not exactly where's whereabouts
Hope you're ready
Lay back and watch for the signal
Bring me back to an hour ago
Time stands still as the years go by
Brown-eyed girl that's throwing down a bottle of Old English
Back in the warehouse
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
Uh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob
Where Black Rob at?
PD world tourer, Harlem horror
We back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all
Thought we was gonna stay away for
Rob made me my first mixed drink
I washed his muddler in my kitchen sink
He gave a master class in mixology but
I can never make 'em quite as good
and it's
Too much confusion, too much, too much confusion in the world
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me way back, take me way back, take
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
Was fun, like sex to me, to dead you in the streets
Over some shit you said to me, Think Differently, whatever
Just let it be, somebody fire my chef,
I was a rider, that's fa sho
We them niggas getting hated by haters, we them niggas that done made it outrageous
Stack the money in the streets
about it later in a verse I curse
Because I'm real with this to keep my shit straight bumpin'
Murder, created by the streets of Compton
Now get it from
rival it seems, had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was Magill, and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy
not beggin'
I'd rather die for my freedom
Than live like a peasant
Depressions, recessions
The past and the present
Slavery to segregation
I still rob
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
(we have got to figure out how to get right back to love street)
I need directions (we need direction, woah)
To that street called love (to that
will feel like you livin' through it
That's how my nigga do it
I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping
We went to Millersville to get away from gun
the beat rock
We was just breaking into cars (in cars)
Partner took me on my first move
Taught me how to rob (wow to rob)
He had been to the street
head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed
Two niggaz in the front, two niggaz in the back
That's four
Because you gotta pay it back, matter of fact
The atoms in my upper back have shifted like a chiropractor
Give it back of the line, the rhyme
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