boys we'll make ya niggaz cry Four nggaz in the expedition on a late night mission Gat cocked mashed up betta catch ya niggaz livin Hold up Slow it up
take our pants off I'm like Nope! Everyone was trance dancin with their hands up I still had my pants up But then she go. Princess: Sweep your feet with
life nigga, it's not worth All the pain (All the pain) All the agony (All the agony) All the horror (All the horror) All the tragedy (All the tragedy) Put your hands up
we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up with 'em I got too much momentum movin in my direction
upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms Shoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes Everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely Open up
some shit in New York Niggaz stopped gettin jig in New York, bloods and crips in New York The Y-2-K celebration wasn't big in New York Babylon live in New
brothers caked up, yo straight up It's new, y'all living off of slave traders paper But I'm a live though, yo, I'm a live though Putting up the big swing
measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man) A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand) All around
milk from titties, that'll spoil the city The hood corner backs, strong attack is a blitz But we don't lie down for shit, not even direct hits From graffiti in New
faculties stuck up jewels, 4 different diamonds I rock jewels, run up in your temple for manuals Annual bangouts from Jericho to New Jerus' I walk through
high concepts then lost to K-Os Many tales radiate from one nexus Defending a dream of a new directive A call from the deep sums up a notion The day
sidewalk cracks Pacifist guerrillas move undetected through concrete jungles New forms are beginning to take shape Once occupied minds are activating People are waking up
'mma ride I got my back against the wall but my hand on my tool 'Cuz niggaz gotta give me somethin' I got nothin' to lose A Town's new ruler throw ya
really deep, my shit is deep They don't have a direct understanding of me Fuck what they planning for me I just won't accept the bullshit that they handing
, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, fire it up, fire it up Yo, it start from a fist fight, you
fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love the heart land South Carolina, they lookin' so tan Out in Kansas, they so outlandish Up in Nebraska
go now? So check out my records, I make my message clear In this direction, where do we go from here? Now bust it pen to the hand I am the grand writer
introduce you 'round town like her man Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent Then before they look up you sellin' the town cook-up Or gorilla pimp, come up