Intro/chorus: all
This goes out to my force we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off May the force be with me and if not our For life, fuck alla
Yo you can't manage (manage this) the bomb scandalous From here to los angeles, tossin the random shit But can you get, with the tall sean manuscript Man you shit, all up in pants when the cannon click Man I flip, on niggaz for no reason Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you breathin When the cops he bleedin, I think he need some cpr See we are the illest out that's on your tv pah So when you greet me pah, have your fuckin shit straight Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your fake You fishcake, whatever the fuck dictate The shit great, higher than shows made by rick You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be fuckin International irrational beat got you ruckus Enough of this, bullshit talkin let's start shit the etiquette of a nigga that's known for settin shit
[rustee When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin V.o., my sufferin through the strugglin the agony, postponin the misery Smoke some weed, blank out my momentarily Calculatin my every motion, cautious I see the blue and scopin, slowly approachin Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the With the guns, hopin we run, like the last ones So they can get they off, sound they glocks off Light my blocks off, nab niggaz bump cops off from red scotch, got a dead shot Jamaicans in the dread spot'll a fed top Chop a pig hamhocks, got it on slam lock Hit the swats with a cinder block off the Regulatin, motherfuckers on this side Bitches dick ride, soldiers with brick eyes
Keep on aight? get more than your style rammed up You see me? don't say like pink panther You talk too much like run'n'them and your breath smell pampers Get knocked the fuck out by dr. banner Dj at the bar be act like got dandruff Makin niggaz scream "oh! oh!" and they hands up You know this man's ruff, so my man could do stand up So who battle? we'll learn you some manners, God damn ya You niggaz make me sick as cancer, I ya Whole crew of emcees, dj's and your Half-steppers can't run, panic a tantrum a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom ? again now they got front, I slap cats at Deflate your egos you too off the mylanta Take your dough and hoe and like the phantom Send her back pullin her hands up, the m.f.c. anthem Man dem, strong samson, shorty and jux Cause I'm that nigga rock from heltah skeltah plus I'm But that, bring handguns, my crew sorta bananas Like plantains, any questions your answer
Aiyyo I'm movin this life shit with the only fam I got My triple r rated niggaz steady up spots You think not little rock we bust shots at your car And leave you stretched in your ride like these fake rap
This shit right here I'm handlin'll your head scramblin All panickin'll get your shit ran up in I can't stand it when get caught ramblin Have crews abandon them from slugs that my send In this land of sin where they break fool for the Over jewels and whips pack my and my clips
So we start to bust clips on y'all, niggaz assume The straight, dead position my lead go boom Embeddin this tune, all your fuckin doom We move through these streets steady holdin chrome
My rep niggaz mashin, big up my thugs on ? Forever gat everytime we see the cops passin team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass slashin The repz baby, for action, action
* "what's" uttered by bccers *
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Throw middle fingers up in the air Say, "fuck niggaz, we don't care!" is bon jov', oh oh We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh Niggaz they fuckin with my magnum force Cause when we lay a nigga out they come and him off May the be with me and if not our fault For life, fuck alla Hehehehe, see Slogan is made of be with me Not our You can't with that? fuck you all is bon jov'..