dawg? Why you like dat? Dat ain't like black We boss out in da club? You don't like that? You know you like that, you wanna be me Why you twistin' up
and the whole a dem a don't know We have whole heap a extra clip 'cause we nuh broke no Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah We got the kingdom so we have to make way
You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back
we didn't even have a reason for this song, but we do, moment of silence for the people that's gone. Shhhhh. To those restin in peace, those dead and
call it a night, call it a night And I run this, and y'all know that I take the purple and pour that All in a Sprite, all in a Sprite [Kid Cudi] Getting
where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tipsy in ch-chest Call for blood to EMS Come pick you up You know you fucked when You get on a strecher 'cause
then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin' Tell me why we die, we all God's children All this hate can't last forever (Uh, c'mon) It's time that
Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map Hooo, you
nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
rollin Thuggin by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us to the pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin, blow you up Y'all know we don't worship sin
's turnin' to a jungle Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin' at my watch like a meal
you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better be thankful we even let y'all shine
five I'm feeling like killing, you dying tonight You don't wanna hear that glock pop When the glock pop pop, don't stop We all about murda mo' Finger
losses Put 'em in a coffin, and they life is better off And these niggas, they don't know me, they can't know me Thought you had a homie, but ya fuckin
. If you look into my eyes (tell me what you see.) Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes, tell me what you see, you see ... Bizzy
bitches is bound to meet up Cop killas, all up in they chest and I know what to do with that vest, man Twenty-two shots, I killa, you don't wanna fuck
we do Can you sell that? And it didn't come easy round our way, We had to hustle to survive and didn't eat some days Could you tell where you run to (When you