Lyrics:
P.O.W. - the eye to eye contact was all that
I dug your little steelo; fine, you dug mine
You want my digits? I'm with it (take it)
You could ring me
O'Malley's
Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"
O'Malley merely smiled at me
Said "You wouldn't be the first"
I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle
together, I hit the news with him
But I hit news by myself before I hit the news with him
I ain't tellin' you how I'ma play it, I ain't tellin' you how I
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
seen it on the TV show
Uh oh
OK, A B I O C O C C C...
OK, OK, you better listen to me good, 'cause this is the ABCs of Anarchism
A B C OK
We'll be
Two gunshots to my homie's head, dyed in his vest
Shot him to death and left him bleedin' for his family to see
I pass his casket gently askin, is
mind and clean your cash out See a nigga had to pay me if he ever owed me A thug about my business, I'll do ya homie Drink the O-E and tote the tech nine
a saved soul
I want to give thanks to him
If I am counting my blessings
One by one
Two by two
Anyway is fine
Speaking of the things
That the Lord has done
I
a hundred bunch o' bullets 'bout to put 'em all in him
Nigga walked in with a hundred rounds in 'em
And he seen a nigga chicken I was comin' down in it
too gone for tonight
Sunday by the morning
I be askin' who am I?
Said she want to see me
I'll be too gone with the right one
Plastic for the heart
He
the D-O to the see and growing like a tree and
Causing much destruction cause I'm crushing
Complimented much, yeah, but never blushing
Hard like a criminal,
Oh he want war? Let's do it
Man that nigga a bitch, I see through him
They know Mikey a demon, he ready
I pass him the knocker and brodie gon' what?
P.O.W. - the eye to eye contact was all that
I dug your little steelo; fine, you dug mine
You want my digits? I'm with it (take it)
You could ring me
catcher
You want me to go down into the basement
And see if there's a skunk down there, that's where you think he is?
Sorry, but I wouldn't even know
o's
She said that I don't treat her the best
I can't be the only one she know
Like she got a see through dress, girl
I can see what's going on
Not
him, they lyin' then
Need a shape-up, I'm linin' them
Lie again, and him wound up in a casket he lyin' in
Alrighty then, try me, see they ain't
the way
Come cross that bridge, you'll get a headstone
I told him we don't play
Gon' bend your block by myself
Show them bitches how to erase
Now D.O
, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
You want
, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
You want
that I would make it here See how far we've come o
Oya Kigbe Ogo fun oluwa
Oya kigbe ogo fun oluwa
I don't want to lie, won’t say that I made it by
I stay low
Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough
In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage
Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting
coming soon just like o-k-see money music to my ears DO-RE-MI (Haha)
Ridin with no rims I call it t-shirt with no panties on
Threw some rims on it now it
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