[Bizzy Bone] Raising, hustlas, thieves and prostitutes Young homie, think before you shoot, murderer........ Where will our children go When there's no
fiend, grab his wallet Leave a trail-blazin' like (Rasheed Wallace) What's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker I walk the same streets the police
got gold teeth Ain't no justice for blacks, just-us with no sleep And they wonder why I keep a Glock 40 on my hip Cause Houston police department
merge [Raekwon] I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest I had to break free, police on me and
we eat To teach, shake my head in disbelief 41 shots, a young brotha deceased Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace? So fuck the police
my diary So in time, every eye can see Send death to the world, that's haunted Kill 'em with torment, let the beast rise, that lies dorment No more life insurance or police
, slow bucks Spent, hold up, silly cops coppin' doughnuts from bakeries Shootouts awaken the seeds, D's chasin' the thieves In projects hoping to receive large checks For their children, police
sirens, wait I think I see one behind me I ain't trippin baby, money got me Unh (I run with trouble... trouble) And fuck the police, fuck the feds, too
game So let us toast to the ones in memory of All the jams we remember we love We remember we thugs, Crips and Bloods Latin Kings, Five Per centers, thieves
real niggas Real bitches, with real figgas Hustlas slash go-getters Your thuggish ruggish Bone nigga, go on nigga Put it down on the darkside, where we dwell Where the thieves
't my friend I used to be a gang member, now I'ma gangsta I don't trust he she him nor her, there's no honor among thieves Everybody got tricks up they
Next time you see her, hit her off with some loot and shit Don't forget the kicks I already got flicks Big Ice hit bricks from C-76 Homicide thieves
these niggas Onyx to the death mutherfuckers Onyx is gritty, grimey, the gutter Projects, techs, nines, black Escalades Low down, shiftee, mad at the world, straight gully Villains, crooks, thieves
kill wee so we want a raise of pay As we work the money, so boops it gone away Cost of living sky high, no time to play Warning to the police force
a hood (North North!) Where this gang shit wrote all on the wall (North North!) You can call who you want (North North!) But the police ain't gon' come
the game So let us toast to the ones in memory of All the ??? jams we remember we love We remember we thugs, ???, Crips and Bloods Latin Kings, Five Percenters, thieves
now listen Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96 All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother Make these police wonder
industry Gettin' paid like a mother fucker A young brother, who don't give a fuck about another, yeah Why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me? Because police