Lyrics:
This for all my niggas in the city
But this shit really for Queens though
Really for Queens though!
Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes
Gettin'
The United States of America
By the people
By the people
The show in Hollywood, those were 21-and-older people
They had police out there
Cardin'
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
and D.O.C's
The Snoop D-O-double-G's
And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in
was hustlin'
In front of that called the police on
Me when I was just tryin'
To make some money to feed my daughter
To all my peoples in the struggle
The Snoop D-O-double-G's
And the group that said "M- the police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when
and D.O.C's
The Snoop D-O-double-G's
And the group that said "Motherfuck the police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mama said it would be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my veins like
must be someone giving orders
A toast to democracy
The prison guard of this society
Sides in the voting game
Disappear into the same machine
Ain't nuttin' nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this beyotch!
Thinkin' of a master plan
'Cause ain't naytin but crumbs
of asbestos
Was shadowing my demise
Where were you this morning, Little Randy?
Breakdancing in the food court by yourself
With the honor and your attitude
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
from yesterday
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes, yeah
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines, yeah
By any means,
day
So I took my Chronic album and slept in the hallway
I learned this the hard way, when police came our way
My daddy had his act on like it never
when the big one drops
Am I in sync?
Immortality is what I'm buying
But I'd rather be immortal by not dying
Laboratory rats made Roger a fink
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
the building with Machine and 'em
We creamin' 'em with pockets of dirty money, I'm clean again
Ain't gotta tell you I'm dope, just stick the needle in
lawyer got me off now I'm sittin' in somethin'
{It's me, why y'all wanna stop me man I just put the...}
Oh oh oh oh oh oh! Five O!
{I just put these
with you, through this album
Our story begins, with an artist by the name of Doot Lime
Who started making, performances, in his room
Using extremely
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
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