Lyrics:
hater hungry hoes
If you anything like me, you know we get a lot of those
Make em' fall like dominoes, heenie, meenie, miney, moe
Caught the tiger by his
mother fucking rules of real street fight
Top for the rock we are dancing top rock, flexing on top by creating a song
Grooving this hall just like it has
Smoke out the bitch like I’m hitting a bong
Bang on my chest, when I leave I am gone
It’s a dark night, fall sleep after dawn
I got my money stack high
fakin them domes
Breakin' and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin' homes
Ridin' on rims *tires peeling out*
Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just
Boy
Mobb Deep and murder The Firm
When you scream "Fake thugs
" who the fuck you mean?
Get more cream than all of y'all, nigga
Fuck yo' team now Dre
The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall
The curfew had been lifted
fools
Won't stop, learnt it on 'em, I gotta eat chief
Now getcha ass in my way, I'm snatchin' you up by your lil' briefs
Now rock twice and do your hand
of shots for niggas
Punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings
Jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars
Livin' like the Pharaoh Tut, I'm
(Pump it up, home boy)
(Pump it up, home boy)
Knowledge'll begin until I finish this song
'Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes
(Pump it up, home boy)
(Pump it up, home boy)
Knowledge'll begin until I finish this song
'Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes
that snuck their boys in
Like a free-for-all buffet when my team
Cultivates a crowd of loose heads
And boosted heads get called and all
Of them fall this
the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they
the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they
muthafucka pulls out a deuce deuce
little did he know i had a loaded 12 gauge
one sucker dead, L.A. Times front page
(CHORUS)
coz the boys in the hood are
, let us see
We have no home anymore
While Mima showed the final war
Her circuits bled and fried, as our mother died
She's darkened by our sins
We begin
You know your things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad
It's a depression
Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job
The dollar buys
redundancy
It's in the job description, fundament of government you see
Hit the glitch on 7th, hip hop heads butt on 6th st
Punk rock squat on 5th, talk
up a punk rock guitar, I'm playing punk rock songs
You know I followed in the blueprint, got a few degrees
From expensive liberal art universities
his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? (Ugh)
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
And our asses'll both be history
But then again,
[Afficial]
Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic
And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package
I leave the country cause Paris cooler
Fall back
We'd started out with eight good boys but half had gotten lost
And you'll never keep the lads together when their eyes begin to rove
And there was just
I pick my battles like I pick my women
If it ain't worth it then it's worth forgetting
Down to hear advice but I don't have to listen
Know some boys
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
alone, boy I'm from Compton
Welcome to the city of my throne, this is where I lay my head
This is where I call home, aye I'm from Compton, ain't no other
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