block Fuck them cops, me and Krayzie runnin' through the Boneyard, daily Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock So I can serve me thugs and maintain to the brain
I swerve Drunk as I bend on the curb Get up to purchase some herbs To ease up my nerves While a nigga got rocks to serve Heard about thugs and hustlas
when you come just bring your guns witcha If you're a busta, niggas gone have fun witcha So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas Swang them thangs, bang some brains
just bring your guns with ya. If your a busta niggas gon' have fun with ya. So, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang them thangs, bang some brains
' packin' gats, yo They serve and protect, they don't respect 'cause I'm black, hoe "Every black man that is a car jacker will start jackin' Police cars and watch jaw brains
and the white gold in my chain Raisin' my trunk and showin' my bang Hoes on the swangs while the do's color change Nah, I won't let the change go to my brain
I hit the block before it's sunrise I want to know where you bitch niggaz went and hide Went to sleep, open my eyes then I realize Time to serve 'em
to par, so my shit won't jam, God forbid if my shit do Run behind a tree, fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body Mainly in your brain tissue, witness
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hammer and clap the 4 Where I don't gotta kick your door and ask for more Where I don't gotta dig your floor and look for raw Where I don't gotta serve
by the sea Here comes the ocean And the waves where have they been Castles glowing at night, towers above out fright Warlocks decapitating Malcolm he lives on hate, serve your brain
so long I said lord raise me up from the ground) bass man! When it started it'd be etched into my brain elevation the shield that david blazed, into my brain
Westcoast Oh you down to fuck? Well shortie let's go Diamonds in my chain, niggas tryin' to steal my lane Chronic in my brain, bitch I'm reppin' Taylor
head first, but you don't know the game Now they got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex chain Even if ya leakin out a hole in the brain Motherfucker, you
Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted Without parent or certified adult guardian They'll fry your brain, they're sick as hell Jolly good fun, you
bucks like I was Jackie Chan or Jackie chane pull back and bang I'm droppin change with a hand full of thoughts like I had a second brain so go head
dance Dupri Or anybody swing an Axe at my family tree, so now I love it when you niggaz be talkin', sayin' my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain
you need to back up off my Benz Keep my name out yo mouth and slow down like loose ends 'cause I wrote for gears, y'all Came to 'fore I served all y'all