Lyrics:
gonna fuckin' make me miss the game
It goes, one, two, three, four
Rush room, C4
Need more bleach, breathe more (yo, I said)
Reach for ether, either
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
I'm ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo), broke nigga
[Chorus: x2]
roll by I got nothing on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I am looked up with two braids in my hair
All start with the kaki suit
I'm gonna
was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me
When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (yeah)
And to all my peoples in
Snoop)
[Snoop Dogg]
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm runnin' my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say
News flash pon CVM 10 man shot today, 3 PM
By di time di police reach
A madden dem gone, not kph
All di dog seh time so rough
Di rob wid di killing
skullcap
We're coming to your town
We'll help you party down
(Chorus 2x)
Spoken by Trey [with asides by Fishman]:
Once upon a time Far far away from here
they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up
And Stone run it
Hunted by police for display in state vile cages
Come out to make receive minimum wages
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
and everybody in it
That's the everyday life of a convict tryin to make it
Why they sayin' to me
[Chorus: x 2]
The judges said don't trouble nobody
can't do the time"
But I'm rolling, so that's a fucked-up slogan
The Hogan's, Heroes, spotted the guerilla by the Sizzler
Hitting up police killer
for that girl
But they tripping, she's true 2 me, they tryin' blues so let that bitch run
My world she understanding never demanding
And never
some of your good jelly roll?
I love good jelly, I love good jelly roll.
It must be good jelly, I see the sign on the police station door.”
Sister Mo
the microphone
Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out
Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am hot
Police cars with they sirens come by
clown
Get smacked down
By the fucking 4-pound
In your dome
Hit you with the nick-plate chrome
Queensbridge that's my motherfucking home
Off the top
'Cause it's drug dealing, cat peeling
Police always looking for me
A warrant? Is you retarded?
Eat these bullets nigga we Bravehearted
Could you
and love it, sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by
The police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Ice motherfuckin T (x4)
Verse 2:
Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me:
The motheruckin T
I give less than a fuck about any of them
Or their
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
heavy like the 5-2 Chevy
Niggas ain't ready, I turn out your lights like Teddy
Roll like dice in the casino
Known to spit lava, Heat like DeNiro
the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a
White boy, white boy,
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