Lyrics:
grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Tha Jigga
on as I start to kick it
Cause we're like outlaws striding while suckers are hiding
Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
Hanging out my
crashes or drugs
Last night on 33rd street, I saw a kid get hit by a bus
Bus this drawn out torture over which part of you lives
Is very hard to take
You're thuggin and you love the streets
Huggin the block, sellin rocks, gettin major heat
And niggaz hatin, and you ain't stop to think about
what I eat, sleep and breath and feed
My kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
Fuck with my rocks
at the Bellagio?
Whoa, oh oh, oh oh
Or are you teaching little kids how to rock 'n roll?
Whoa, oh oh, oh oh
Did you get weighed down by your heart of gold?
You better think of the consequence (Who are you?)
I'm your motherfuckin' conscience
That's nonsense
Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your
brutal,they should check their P.D.
You made me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the life that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed
the outlaw stridin' while suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when they see me (us) driving
By, hangin' out the window
With my Magnum, takin' out some
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
little boys can't even fill voids
Party's over, kids, kill the noise, here come the killjoys
Me and Dre the steel alloys, the Rap Crown Royals
That
what I mean, like this y'all)
P.R., take them to the bridge, uhh!
[Chorus: Pete Rock]
Float on this magnificient track wise intelligent
All-star
a thin man smoking a fat cigar
Jealous lovin'll make you crazy
If you can't find your goodness
'Cause you've lost your heart
What are you going to do
god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you,
you motherfucker."
So I got in a phone booth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside,
held my legs
Hey kid, shake it loose together
The spotlight's hitting something
That's been known to change the weather
We'll kill the fatted calf tonight, so
by me
When read you read E = the D.O. to the C.
Knowledge and the talent that my mother had born to her
Equals an artist that won't' be worn, what is
all the kids sing
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fuckin' radical, nigga
Left, right, left, right
Fuck cops, I'm a fuckin' rock star
Rebel
a thin man smoking a fat cigar
Jealous lovin'll make you crazy
If you can't find your goodness
'Cause you've lost your heart
What are you going to do
style is ass-out like the Bulls are next year (you're gone)
Fear this veneer, you gets none like virgins
Who that cat splurging instead of rehearsing?
Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
[Well, you know the rest]
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin' some
Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
[Well, you know the rest]
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin' some
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
the outlaw stridin' while suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when they see me (us) driving
By, hangin' out the window
With my Magnum, takin' out some
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