Lyrics:
the crap
A war going on so where y'all at?
"Fight the Power" comes great responsibility
'F the Police' but who's stopping you from killing me?
Disaster,
to go after B
And I still smash on C
I got two fifth on me
Like the quarterback of the cheese
I'm in the field, no cleats
Breakin' that seal by the P
5-0, drive rag tops drag on the curb and
Caddys and Benz roll, girls be waitin'
It used to be trues and Vogues but now it's Daytons
Police jack my
your door
All praise go to the most high
All fades turn into a drive-by
Part ways from the streets
After fucking with police guaranteed
Last nigga did
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
stare at the sun
And you'll be looking in my eyes, homie
Stand for something or fall for anything
And you working with two left
Feet at the skating rink
of the gun,
Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front,
We got no police ambulance or fire fighters,
We start riots by burning car tires,
They
Four, make sure nobody's home
They gone, okay it's on
Don't be scared, nigga, you in now
If the police come you gon' find out who your friends now
promised to me, when will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn't have tried
I send
It's two and the sirens are going by the two Benz
Parked in the front and I got two hands
Waiting to cut you down
One two three four
Please don't
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
to a ol' pounder
The sounds of Maze and Mus' lay
Moose while typical tray gon choose
Chorus 2X: Noreaga
Man shit, police just rush the spot
I hot a jar in
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
rock, man, I'm a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
Send the police they can keep knocking
We're doing illegal shit, go
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
I'm eatin' day by day; ain't nothin' sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
[Scratching by RZA]
"Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm" (repeat x2)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
rounds for the bustas keep two for the cluckas
I got .45, nines, and gats cocked
young homies bangin' corner signs on my block
and the average age is
call from out there
So I'm head back to the street for my lesson
And only live by God's blessings
[Verse 2: Nas]
Good morning, yawnin, dawn is no
6 in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance
and I count one, two
And I'm even tired in my dreams
It's like the riot police have
Invaded my dreams and I count...
If you're feeling unnerved
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
On and poppin' she mad marketing
Attitude like we arguing
With her by my side bring glitter
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
and bust on the police
While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
Cell by cell
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