Lyrics:
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
stuff to blow it up
We're into growing up
Women are the future
All the big revelations
I got a submarine
You've got gasoline
I don't wanna talk
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Mmhmm, mmhmm
I can see it in your eyes and feel it in your touch
I know that you're scared, but you've never been this loved (mmhmm)
It's a long
Chills are running up my spine
'Cause you got me to feel
All the thoughts I made up in my head, you've made them real
With the
Right moves
Right
a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser
Thought that you were just another Romeo
The shoe you pass by in the store window
But soon as I got home I wish I bought you instead
I got it bad,
cuz!"
Got halfway up the block I calmed down and stopped screamin'
Then thought, "Oh, I get it, I must be dreamin'"
I strolled back home with a grin on my
what to do
But try to play it cool
Baby, I ain't playing by your rules
Everything look better with a view
You've been in a mood, you've been givin'
filthy
It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
like a kid
Just like your dad did
And
[Bridge:]
You're a chip off the old block
Why does it come as such a shock
That every road up which you
right
Left hand will leave them shook hooks
Not the stuff you write
And when your hands ashy only
Time you've touched the white
Snatch your grind now it
Mmhmm, mmhmm
I can see it in your eyes and feel it in your touch
I know that you're scared, but you've never been this loved (mmhmm)
It's a long
like a kid
Just like your dad did
And
You're a chip off the old block
Why does it come as such a shock
That every road up which you rock
Your
figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me
worth it, to go raw deal
A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do
He got butt-naked and stuck the power you
Twenty minutes went by, my man went out,
all his lights and they drove right by him, woo
Chapter two
Traphouse just got cable
Stuntin' on the neighbors
The cable man was the feds though
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
Livin' in the city
Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on
But the job demands that you make new plans
Before your big chance is gone
You get
can feel it in the air 'cause the vibes is right
I did this rock stuff, been tatted, been lox'd up
Imitation, sincere form of flattery, but not us
to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
Cootie in the, check it
Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
you or me, it's us
I think it's time you pack your stuff
Yeah, because
I'm over you not leavin' your car parked out in the yard
Not stealin' my
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