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  • wykonawca: Public Enemy
  • album: There's A Poison Goin On
  • wy¶wietleń: 1122


      I come out my crib
  Walk out on the block itąs hot
  Yo thereąs a black car parked on the corner hot boys
  Tnt be creepin while niggas be on the side
  Of the soda machine sleeping
  Word up kid they seen what you did
  In the car parked way down the block with binoculars
  Thatąs what they got.
  Helicopters parked out on the roof
  10 000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proof
  You know what this is
  That all y'all, get on the wall y'all
  Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all
  Or you take a mean bad fall y'all
  Tnt they be playin for keeps
  Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep.
    Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
  But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?
    Yo itąs hot, what they got, 41 shots
    Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
  If you get caught by our muthafuckin crew
  Shot 41 only hit 19
  They need target practice, thatąs what it seems to me
  Ally al is sharpton dan a tack
  Iąma be like ally al and fight ya back
  What, do you want to go to war, you want war?
  Do you want to go to war, you want war?
  Iąll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast
  Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish
  Cuz i can do that shit g
  F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see.
  To the highest degree times 3
  Thatąs what you get fuckin with my family
    Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
  But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?
    Yo itąs hot, what they got, 41 shots
    Shootin at oj
  Donąt know if he did it
  Racist mutherfuckers mad cause they ainąt with it
  The police get out the car searchin for nuthin
  If you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthin
  Thatąs fucked up, the way they play dirty
  Lock em up in jail until heąs past thirty
  They donąt give a fuck about you
  They donąt give a fuck about me
  Iąm past thirty three
  Word is born, born is my word
  I got you before my word fails
  Fuck whatcha heard
  I keep it real, you never catch me fakin
  When it comes down to money thatąs what iąm making
  Donąt try and take my shit yo, i know lex yo
  Iąll have a fit yo
  Iąll turn the whole mutherfuckin block on you yo
  And that leaves you with nowhere to go
  Secretly by the police you was hired
  You my favorite customer i didnąt know you was wired
  A nik on the ground, covered by my feet
  Ay yo rah get the heat
    Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
  But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?
    Yo itąs hot, what they got, 41 shots
        

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