missin' Not to mention big homey stressin' Where do I go for advice, man, it's shows every week But its bodies every night Men is cold on these streets and, uh Niggaz know the police
Changin top locks with ripped off hinges Doors kicked off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your beard off Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare Vision
's And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me SS'S on 26's watchin' some television Shorty I'm never slippin' got the berretta in vision And
, make those Kawasaki's pop a wheelie 'Cuz only I could hold me, V.S.O.P. control me Better watch those rollies, yo, we crash spots, warn the police You
station We bring the truth to places truth is never heard before We bring the sound communication of our tribal war Dark vision fly by helicopters in the night
be without you, yo It's strange when I want it to rain On my best friend's grooming, we all had visions of you We broke nights, God, knowing you cared
relief at the time New as you are, really, to the idea that Even after you've long since gotten used to the parameters They can all change While you're out one night
Side. It happens daily in Northern Ireland. Under Thatcher's regime there has been massive increases in police brutality. In London police shot down
Then he came over my house with the drug base He kept saying if I take one hit of a pipe I write records to rhyme before the rest of the night I said
drop top I got my glock cocked Bustin' at niggas when will it stop? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes I see visions And even
till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision
blast me till death And I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered Get your physical diverted and your vision
out spells And I don't remember much But I'm always at the police station Every time that I wake up They're yelling louder now The night has turned to
Rangers My team, what? We all are nice We pack guns and go to clubs and we ball all night Crack sales in the slums, break the law all night So the glock
Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide East side high risers West side low riders vest with the four-fire Yes I fo sho fire D-I-P low rider See police
drop they clothes, I suppose But meanwhile my baby girl needs some vogues She told me everything that was on her mind Who she loved, who she despised Why she like the night