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my hands out of my pockets and I lit a cigarette
I opened the back door of a room that was vibrating
With the sensual sounds of subdued jazz
It was
or turn me down
But ima never stop the grind
The Chevy pullin' up with the suicide doors
Side to side with my dawgs
This trio knows what they're up against
to the scene, open the ridge, yeah he cost a broad,
He leaves the scene reppin' it down reppin' for his ward,
We hit the light and started bangin'killed the hoe,
Richardson police say they were called to the Apartments for a disturbance
A possible shooting around 7 p.m
But we are learning today that a body was found by
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
niggas want to rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jook
One nigga slid and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one
fuck with the trio (Nah)
Mama, how we had it - zero (Mama)
We had to split it in three doors (Three)
We was hot on the nawf, had to be low
(Hot, hot)
Team
'til they holler "Enough"
We'll razzle your frazzle
We'll muzzle you guys
We'll dazzle each one of you
Right down to size
We'll shiver your timbers
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
they finally left
Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth
Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
Grabbed some
boss (yeah) I'm the head hon-cho.
Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto
[Chorus]
Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down
Big Snoop
, run that kick door
Run that kick door, run that kick door
If he scared to up that fire, then what that stick for?
Yeah, we on blitz mode, watch out
the clouds, we could shut it down
From the Dirty South, muzzle on my mouth
Roof, I'm a dog, I'm in it
I pick your girl up like it's a fuckin' calisthenic
Run up on the gang you out of luck watch your life froze
Foreign bitch in tight clothes and she got the white toes
Tired of twins so I fuck on a trio
should be more subtle
Talking like the door close
Take a little bit
Just a little bit maybe
I may fall in line
For I'm out of time baby
Pray a little bit
the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
One morning the tears started rolling down her empty face
That sparkle in her eye had been
thugged out jits with no father
Door locking runnin in my joggers
Gotta issue with the gang isa problem
And we started with nothing
But we hadda turn into
at the castle
And with there guards we got no hastle
Strap like Al Capone started busting out the holes
Droped them all, like dominos
We found some big doors so
ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get ?, burn the whole store down all by myself
moment of silence and
I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd
Made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform
But by
a week, catch me burnin' rubber up the street
Rap niggas always smokin' indo
So everytime we puff it's twenty dollars out the window
But what is friends
home,
But he started out to roam
And I hear he's out by Monterey,
And sometimes, when I've had a few,
His voice comes singin' through
And I'm a-goin' out
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin'
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our
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