these blocks You know these hot glocks Cock till you drop All you wanna-be cops You don't wanna see shots I beef deep with the police Beat what the streets
trouble breaking out here right now Tensions are building, uh, the police have just wrestled A couple of people to the ground Police in riot gear The police
I got to say What the fuck you take me for, a joke? You smokin' crack? 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down,
they attain There will never be another me an' no matter what they do There will never be another you You can search but you'll never find You can try
Shut your mouth, Biz See you're always trying to take it further I heard you bit a burger with a funky worm in it Well, you had to play stupid 'cause you
it Offer me 25, insistin that I sign for it Why I can't drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold Why every time I shine you wanna crucify my
fuckin' wit a Goose dick, tonight I'ma beat it up Your thing to wet, you sure you ain't seeded up That's how I get Ghost, especially when you eat it
around you might lose your life Anywhere in and outta town B The same every hood it's so real That you gotta be on your grizzly If not then you might
steady f-ing with me Admiring who I be, I take it as flattery I must exemplify just what it is to be an emcee I breathe in the tragedy and breathe out
not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye
me, fear the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin' street Like the sound of police who run the street really And every hood let you
times As well as when it hurts It's player haters every corner you hit Touchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip I know you stressed
soup And every time I'm with you, I'm smelling nothing but baby poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel
even picture A motherfucker killin' someone you close to And they say it's over someone you close to And they family approach you And you dealin' wit' his family emotions And these motherfuckers say You
cut off You should chill if you short, prepare a deep thought To hit the street again, get it on Get this paper and breathe again Plan to leave somethin
is under question Wanted for investigation and even though I'm marked for death I'ma spark 'til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the
don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow I said, feelin the body within the body, oh what a blessin and what a breath, you
they send, when you over spend Like if your money ain't right we take your children I tell you what, I ain't gonna take side deals, for real If you