Lyrics:
you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him
Your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of em
Read the bulletin
Accident
it comes twelve o'clock
I turn into the demon beast, yo
Yo fuck that shit!
(Number two, the snake)
Yo, show these motherfuckers what time it is
afraid to shed blood, to bleed i believe
Yo, yo life is full of lessons that
We all must learn
Take heed and pay attention ‘cause
A drastic turn can be
the streets
With your mainline connection? Connection
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me
Held my heart, deep in hair
Time
to the grave
It's going down, Moe-yo, feel this here baby
[Verse 1: D-Gotti]
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud and my
Uh, uh, uh! Ah? Ah?
You got Moesha E?
All tha time B
You got your Indonesia B?
All tha time E
You got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time B
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
what it is
Al Gotti I'm riding with Young Wiz
Gain Greene
Taylor Gang we give you niggas the biz
The streets love it
Al Pac I make it do what it do
If
concerts
I heard yo mans got beat up by the bouncer
I ain't gon lie that could never be me
Play with your life pussy boy you gon see
Come on let's see if I
heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what)
Rocks under they tongues and, keys under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Ugh) until
Right in front of me.
I know a kid named K
He's a MD.
Last time I heard
Yo, was getting real friendly.
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by
hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate
The Mobb niggas
all stare
At the out-of-towners (ayy, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The streets
North, seeking middle-class prosperity
But by the summer of 1967
Much of that hope had turned to hopelessness (yo)
Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky,
On the first day that I saw you
Walkin' home in your muddy boots
'Cross the empty fields at harvest time
Hummin' a familiar tune
I stopped
to the spot so I can hit her with this midget arm
See I was star born you can call me born star
I be fuckin' hos like a full time porn star
Yeah I got a hood
the first to blast
Remember Kato, no longer with us, he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now rest in peace
Is there
day
I opened, I read it, and this is what it say
It's time for you to get yo' stack right
The bitch don't act right, whatever put that bitch on the next
But for the first time in days now my belly don't hurt
I'm full of strawberry cake
the beauty of the world
You see Y2K ya know is a moment
In time we find that we can open
Up a heart that's locked or been broken
By the pain of words not
sinkin' in the quicksand
Created by the keeper of time
Cast aside by using ancient tricks
That changes your state of mind
They got you catering
(One, two)
Oh yeah, yeah
Mm, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I wish I could write you an album full of love songs
But I can't seem
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
"Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect
Judge Dre residing
In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department
Prosecuting attorneys are MC
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