Lyrics:
Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman
Bet I can drive faster 'n you can
C'mon hoss lets have some fun
Go on shoot me with a radar gun
You look bored and I sure
that man they got my nigga)
Man that shit ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)
[Woman]
The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number
by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street
on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin', glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin', glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when
everything goin haywire
You lauged before let's see you laugh now blue cow
How now black cow
Word to bird
Word to bird
Word to bird n****
[Chuck D]
to mix
If ya got ya gats peel a cap for the new year
Blinding devotion,
What's the commotion?
Wu-Tang clan
Flowin' like the ocean (blue)
I be
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
**** rap, coke by the boatload
**** dat, on the run-by, gun high,
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high,
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
I here about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up yo
Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
I want the whole world to hear this
We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her
to define me
The hick hop cowboy from the D A double L A S
So fresh in the contest
Rockin' stages like Guns N' Roses
I been flowin' since Madonna was
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
fucking scream
Do you know what I mean?
Let's all go to gay Paris and lay a rose at the Bataclan
We'll sing "Killed By Death" as we stand arm in arm
them Bose, man
Oh and, gun and my Lindsay, the Lohan
No scam, nothin' like Quincy, a slow jam
Program went from a ten-speed to a Broham
You don't owe
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high,
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
sispan'n tire
pou rouge et bleu trop sang koule
Haiti, Paris, Montreal, New york city
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I believe, I don’t... believe…
Give ‘n take, return ‘n receive…
Receive, give, take in return…
Who’s gonna preach, yeah, ‘n who’s
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