police And Black Child is half man, half beast And I'm a give all y'all niggaz a half a clip a piece Thing's gon' change I ain't gon' lie when the heat
, I touch you then buck you Heats be spittin', laser, A.R. fifteen doors come down Jaws is broke, your whole crew is coffin' bound Your hoe, your man
you getting' money, you don't have a care Now r-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger Young black
I walk in, stop the talking I don't give a fuck if it's a nigga with a walkmani'ma put him in a coffin Soon as I step ini'm runnin' up on the nigga with
way is highway, robbery When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin Livin like a orphan, you bad nigga? I'll be back to see
when I walk in, stop the talking I dont give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkman I'ma put him in a coffin Soon as I step in I'm runnin' up on the nigga
, the next I ***** give it to Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to I'm West Philly Freck, yeah, I get dirty I'm the best, hands down, like six thirty
his co-workers If I worked at the post office as a supervisor I wouldn't lay anybody off for the next twenty-five fucking years I'd just walk around
mine I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time I got a
-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S you just lay down slow I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go I think "Big" as if I was wanted on death row We tha world famous
God forgive me what I wish right now. I don't know the coward's name. I don't know the bastard's face. But I swear right now to God: He ain't never gonna
numbs your future sums I threw you in a wheel chair your a crumb A pebble, a worm, a snail I'll be a metal patient with a red apple on thorozine when
, be quiet!" The R-A-S K-A-Double-S, yes Snappin necks for some live effects Chorus [Mystikal] I don't like you.. and when I'm here and when I walk out (boooo) I
when I walk in, stop the talking I don't give a fuck if it's a nigga with a Walkman I'ma put him in a coffin Soon as I step in I'm runnin' up on the
ll rot like a corpse in some jail Turning your back to the danger Is a wager no man can afford 'Cause gold turns a friend to a stranger Like old
a phone call away I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist I'm preachin' just what I practice To each and all, I got a word from the beach
water I left me a little daughter and I left me a girl And I left them alone in that tired old world O where are they now? I am one of a gang set to
