Lyrics:
Game over tell the referee to blow the whistle
I'll bury your whole fleet with just one missile
Try fucking with my team then it's Mogadishu
Bitch if
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
And lately the money just knock at my door
Do it for the family, do it for the homies
Had to go and make a couple bands by my lonely
Can't chase no honey
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
nickname afta dat is money
Let mi give dem di whole story, yeah, ya, ya
As a juvenile in di ghetto were growin' up
Their big guns wanted boy have
bread schemes
Running from the FED team
Little shorties are knocked up
Straight giving their crouch up
Juveniles decide to pee now with they ox up
never seen now woah
I got kids to feed (aye)
I got goals to reach (aye)
Get it by any means (aye)
Came up with the team (aye)
I got kids to feed (aye)
I
that your team can affect my cream?)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it
that your team can affect my cream?)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it
walk while Don shot speak
Di life of a gangsta is bitter and sweet
Surrounded by snitches and low life creep
Dirty cop who stick on like leech
You've been a juvenile
With a dolphin smile
With no elbow room
With your body in bloom
You've had your little backyard
Protected by big walls
You
'em belittle me, yea (don't let 'em belittle me)
Trap Manny my brother
But no he ain't kin to me but he resemble me, yea (but he resemble me)
We here
as a youngster ?]
Verse One: Eazy-E
Ruthless, my style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin, I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans,
Spent time as a youth up in Spofford
Juvenile detentions
By '89 he was sentenced once
Out of the year, he did 6 months
Give or take
Maybe longer 'cause he
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
inhaling when chronic in your chest
Hey somebody call my momma and help me one more time
Before I die my momma she carry me no comma
Niggas bitches
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen
roaming
No body cya stop say wi glory
(Wooooo)
Buss one fi di team
(Woooo)
Money henny and weed say wi need
Buss ah blank if you know wa ah mean
All about
Thank God
Count up I'm paid
My team is day one
Same squad no trades
Had ups had downs
Some left some stayed
Clean house no maid (good GOD)
Big body Big
I ain’t ever gonna leave, I got the genes
I be coming for your motherfucking team
Baby, you know what I mean
(Coming for your team, yeah, I’m coming
enough
Be on your way
We with the team
In the VIP posted up
May see me solo
But I’m never dolo
The lights go down
You make it count
Tellin me let’s me
what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin'
When the death come callin'
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I
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