breathe its everything you need This war we rage continues on, breaking everything in site With every battle that you've won, never seems to end the fight Bring em out
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do' I represent honies with money fly guys with gems Drive with
out (ride out) Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out) Just flow with me (flow with me) It's Diddy with some niggaz that y'all know with
In your town, we gonna bring the roof down Ice-T and the syndicate underground No selll-outs, cause it's caps we peelin Girls we love em, and shows we steal em
never goin' out From Chuck Taylors on the pavement with the blammers out Then I hit the league straight out the streets with no talent scout And now my face bring
half Of the shit coming out right now It's all trash The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed Jay said it's his last, and 50 and Em Then what
drink gasoline and eat a lit match 'Fore I sit back and let 'em get hot Better call the cops on 'em quick fast Shady's right back on your bitch ass White trash with
told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mould 'em all? Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em
have to see ID I'm young wild and strapped like T. Ali We ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout Whupp ass, let security carry 'em out Watch out for the medallion
Jah Word 'em up I can't sleep at night You can't search me without probable cause Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion Listen, I bring
em My niggas'll seek 'em, they empty out the semis on 'em You'd rather spit on God then go against him They was second guessing then squad up convinced 'em
It started of dark, mostly night, Wouldn't dare let my darkness bring someone light, I gladly go through it all for the purpose of a lesson, That will hopefully turn out
same But artillery shop stackin' bone got heat for Armageddon Ready for the war all day want action playa hation steadily spray 'em Hit 'em with the
fight if I knew it was trite They say everything happin' for a reason Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin'? Needin' general assistance, out here needin' public housing Out
you don't know You better get on your mission and get down for your dough See the real niggas ready out here taken control See I'm screamin' out Mo' With
what chu got to do I'll rob you fools I'll cruse till grim reaps through Nigga motherfuck em don?t trust em I'll buck em in the gut and shoot you too
by me, And you don't wanna try me! What I got to lose? And I'm mad as fuck Imma run ?em out they shoes, move Bring your own smoke, And your own drink
there you there You still there watchin all them haters. [Krayzie Bone:] When I'm sleepin these niggas be creeping sceamin' spend a lot of times you peeped 'em seen 'em
