Lyrics:
and the F-B-I
I-R-S can kiss my ass, U-C-P-D, F-C-C
Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you
Blast you "Hit 'Em Up" like 'Pac did
Take 'em hostage,
whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (yo, Em spit that shit)
We all die one
Made niggas way realer
Even on the monkey bars, nigga, I ain't play wit' 'em
By myself, all alone
By myself, I move zones
One deep wit' that heat
And even when they see you
Stack your O's by the book
They treat you like a criminal
Cuz your color's got 'em shook
Look man I got fam south of the border
I'm working hard, working darg, to break this curse, I'm militant
But my bredrins, I'm missing em, its a shame, that all they think when thinking of me
Big ass choppa on deck
Flex so she upset
Thumbin' through all these bands
I'ma need more hands
The Dior, it came from France
The Mio came from
All em all up in my business
They be meddling
One tough act to follow
Y'all don't know by now, you never will
Strengthened by my sorrow
Desperado, I
the top dog, ya boy be in Millie
Cross me, I kill youuu, Jeff, i done em
Never been one for the runnin, but i gotta now they say ima outlaw
They say im
show 'em how to dance right
Jerk these shoulders till they bite
I know how you move when the lights is low
You dance all night, it's just how you roll
Just rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook, now
Joey C, C-Murder like five-oh-fo'
Better have my
under 18, it ain't no discussion
Line my competition up, Imma kill 'em by the dozen
Diamonds colored black, and I call them bitches cavities
Had to cop
insubordination
But we gonna prosper and you know by then we'll be
Back on ‘em, back on ‘em, back on ‘em
Man, I'm back on ‘em, back on ‘em, back on ‘em
I said, back
Non valete un cazzo come invalsi
Nella vita siete scarsi arsi
Conto i passi assi
Nella manica kill 'em all è la prassi
Amici solo quando conviene
Bene,
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I'm been in 'em by myself
Locked up I
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I'm been in 'em by myself
Locked up I
the marble on the bottom of the pool and the counter match (tell 'em)
Kill you, that's how I counteract
Never did the front, always came through around
locking it
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up,
the beauty in me
Sis imma vibe
My vibe is the cutie in me
Fuck em
To all the bitches that got something to say
Fuck em
To all the niggas that's calling us cray
that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of <em>La Banda Corbariem> were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis
Kweli
The truth when it comes to this rap shit
We ain't come here for the chit chat
Kill all the yappin', let's make it happen (stand up)
Yeah,
soldiers
Chosen by the trigger-blade to kill a heartless over (And over)
Deny me still, I'm bound to fade
Into the background into all the hate
If you don't
money baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn em with thirty-three-eighties
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got
plotted and
Engineered the entire attack these
Four men are armed
Dangerous and should be considered
A threat to
All law enforcement agencies shoot to kill
explain the dilemma
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with
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