nuttin happening, stop stressing I'm headed down the alleyway With the smith on my hip, shank in my hand, who's the man You won test, who me? I think
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happening, stop stressing I'm headed down the alleyway With the Smith on my hip, shank in my hand, who's the man You won test, who me? I think you better
' shorter every time that I realize that it won't be too long before we wake up and the world is gone/ And it won't be no World War, it'll be Armageddon
are passin' still Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal You need to stop, hatin' on The C N O T E, D R U, and the L U N I Z
this, who diss us? Suffolk County cops frisk us, they handcuffs never fit us Our wrists turn purple, that's why we act vicious Plus if we die tomorrow, won
ready for busting wit the pistol in they hand I'm preaching murder like a vicious reverend About niggas who claim they shooting but neva seen three 57's Now what reason would u
Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin' in my mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test With four brothas
niggas with us from day one they roll Ya know, what a nigga wanna test me for? Bless me soul, ? all, and that's for the jealous bustas Who said that Eazywould
First time 4 everything and if u never saw it done beat her to the bed board u know how I play Got u ram jackin is hard for u to get away Get all in they
a G A M E to say the S A M E R A P P E R whose style's O L D I'm N E W for Y O U Any C R E W paralyzin' vowels A-E-I-O-U nothin', you're frontin' and rappers almost Q U
of Compton, I'm from Harlem, Watts. Hubbing a dub, slugging a snub, busting at any motherfucker who be fucking with us. This is Watts, California, gutterville, U
last two figures they can't describe me Military Punisher Rock M P Watch, the, nine millimeter brain better You won't be beefin' and your heart won't
First the political son, Zuz Rock. Den, I will do. Yo. [FROST P] See anybody wanna checks me on dis? Be like most dese kids who chuck shit S*ck record
laugh best, who you won test? I'll make a mess on your girlfriend's dress Then bless the buddha, put away the sixteen shot shooter Cause I ain't new ta, who
who standin wit you when he can he hit you Cause me and Ja hittin them shit that you were scared to do Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop pantz u
U-God)] We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God] The sharp and expensive, blinding ya
