Lyrics:
be P.O keep you a 3.O Cury
Watch out for your people Times are Mid evil vision can seem so blurry
Cloudy days made me wish it was sunny
I was down they
make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!
Call me John Bon Journo, hopping out the Volvo
Ratchet on the leg, dipping from
out the window to stop thinking
Abstract, confess, rewind, midnight, ten lines, sunshine
We riding, tomorrow we uprisin'
By the weekend we be jivin'
bad
Talkin' about they want to jack a young player for all his cash
Better watch your back in '95 on the real
Them youngsters out there drugged
call it quits
But I got myself too much motherfuckin' cabbage
Out there runnin' in the streets
Lookin' up out the way for the one time
Po-Po Penelope be
ride chokin'
Tell my dog to hit this weed
Feel like I'm finna pass out
Thought I had exclusive trees
Until he pulled his bag out
Had bout a half ounce
the dungeons with the dragonsyeah
There’s no mountain I can’t climb
No fight to kill my fight
No truth is out of my lies
The truth inside of my mouth
Flying by
to progress
Judge say we moving foreign objects, I object
Gotta watch your back you know they pocket, watching
Po Po in my life cause of something Ty said, I
the way for the one-time
Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin
Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry
cause fools be playa hatin
Lucrative
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
need her
Trinidad look at the crowd and I'm
Like "watch out for them peoples!"
Aw shit! He bout to:
Jump up off the stage
Nigga, I'm jumpin off
blend
The Penitentiary, ain't no place for us to go
It's been eight long years since I seen my kin folk
Po' out the liquor, roll a gang of smoke
I'm
its sadder for us to get caught up by the po-po fo sho'
And what about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world
Coming to school wit'
stank
Grind out of town, got a stash by the gas tank
Big Cat, fronted a hundred, I bought a hundred
Now I got a lot of money, known for doin a lot
seein' crab niggas that made it
And I'm robbin' cats just as broke as myself
Livin' foul and ain't lookin' out for my health, where's the wealth?
Not in
headz with a flashlight at 3 in the morning
Waken your ass up with a BLEW, nigga put you blues on
And get the fuck up out the bunk we gonna go for
niggas don't bust
Y'all need to see me if y'all want to see shells pop out
Make you say watch out, when I got my glock out
Niggas clock out, cause I run
[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law,
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw,
Catch a nigga in these streets
This for them young-ins goin thru some shit
Tell em' put they problems down and watch em ball out
Living they life but they don't know what to do
But I ain't Carti, but I'm still gone be a Playboi, call me Hugh Heff (Tux)
And can't sign for less than thirty, look how Jesus was done by Judus
Ain't no debatin'
No player-hatin', son
So best to run fast or get shot of the M-1
Watch out for the back stabbers, indeed
But the evil takes over, in
long time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumping out Chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla
Outside was
of town (other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, out, shhh lost
pops and so on I got a legacy to go on
I'll watch out for my babies and I'll kill for em
And if they want to receive the knowledge
then I'll
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