Lyrics:
B. Boys and B. Girls stand up
Down south, midwest, east coast, west coast
Globally, everywhere, yeah!
Tech N9ne now! Let's go!
[Chorus: x2
tryna rob a store
Man 3: What? The fuck is this!?
Man 1: that's fucked up yo
Man 2: We gotta get out of here
Man 1: Yo this ain't cool
Man 3: Yo where you
day (hey, yeah)
Until the day I pass away
I say I ball on you, man, like every day (hey)
Man, like every day
Man, I be watching time go by in
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
Gary, Indiana
He had it locked down from
The streets to the slammer
Only trusted two things: his
Trigger and his hammer
Used to be a bum 'til he had
1 leg maka 2 by 2
Yoo My gang adiro eme ebele
I touch your boys including you
My ranks too high in the bando tribal chief my men times 2
So Anorom na
I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two
This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed, motherfucker
For anyone that's tryna get by us
I been thinkin' a lot
I see these rappers tryna get at my spot
Robb told me, "You gotta get it how you live"
Told
nigga, you get slain
We got those two there - if you act up there'll be a raid
Razor blades, infected with AIDS
I'd rather be a fat rap cat nigga that's
the pain
So I'll take my time and
Cut my losses
I'm reminded by your old friends
I don't mind it
Never made sense to me
And that's the way it used to be
wet behind the ears but still acting like you know
How you focused on your goals but be distracted by a hoe?
How you gon' ever save your paper if you
up in these streets, tryin to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
'Cause she beat us so
on the hunt for somethin' never to be found
[Verse - Shaggy 2 Dope]
Goddammit, it's two more in the cooler once I'm back in the sto'
Pull my hand-ax out that
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes two seater, stick shift
Like some turbo jets
And the bitches
tryin to be a man
Wishing I had a chance to be a son first
You know its crazy cos like when I was a kid
My dad used to pick me up from school
He was
Mama don't approve still thinkin' I'm a kid
But now I been on the move, I been taken by the biz
(Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch)
Fuck a hoe, fuck a bitch
Got
a drill
And it's been a few years, why you niggas in tears
If it's kill or be killed, I'm gettin' judged by my peers
I'm gon' ride to the end, whenever that
cow,
So what you MC's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.
You won't even get bread and butter, my man.
Gonna put you
could feel your footsteps
Following miles away
The same voice in a man
You'll be never be again, never be again
The box of matches by my bed
Used
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
This mess you're in is crazy
Remember real love
Take tea for two
An afternoon by the sea
Remember how it used to be
When we were young and we
"ketchum" up,
Before that shell squirtle squirt and then wet em up,
This is chess two moves ago I done set you up,
I give her D like basketball when they
wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world
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