no; you shot me down, shot me down I said that you?d be sorry You still replaced me Oh yeah, you shot me down, shot me down Call me up just to say what
me But no; you shot me down, shot me down I said that you?d be sorry You still replaced me Oh yeah, you shot me down, shot me down Call me up just to
G ride Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot The streets was hot Rubbed me down, said she adored me Said the gunfire made her horny The she pushed me
earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to
steal shows the cops say thanks Breathe easy 'cause the Syndicate deep Before we start rappin', they got no sleep This is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny Just give me a beat, give me
north made me kill my friend They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it You're down with the Syndicate but never admit it" Muthafucka, now you're down
Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it a gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang, the whole school was down And one
discipline Are you down or not, are you out or in? Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends I got their backs if it means my career ends All you so-called down
dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me At school you dropped Math, Science and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well, let me
I ain't got to shoot it You n-ggas on computers better sit there and compute it Dodge what I just said, or get shot and left for dead You think you don
brain Watch the wood grain, don't want no cum stain Bitch, you listening tryna' turn me down Slut I'm talking to you, turn me back up Are you insane tryna talk over me
price on my uncle's head Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled So I feel like I would like to know my uncle's bread Bow down, brother pay homage Don
started out heinakin, still hit the harder stuff Everybody swore they stand behind me when the game got rough But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to call
cold Someone please call 911 (Can you do that for me) The alleged assailant was five foot one And she shot me through my soul (And he shot me through
me, Manhattan help me Jah Jah Word 'em up I can't sleep at night You can't search me without probable cause Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable
bunch of ghosts And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss De rap dancehall try on de Mossinos And if dem tie me off, dem can call me Cedro
