Lyrics:
{C.I.}
Yeah, ha (B.K.) C.I. (okay?)
Yo
You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four
and told the cashier to drop to the floor?
you like that?
No!
Blame it on the c.I.
Blame it on the c.I.
How much more are we worth?
How much more are we worth, now?
Blame it on the c.I.
Blame
now that's a problem
Homies ain't all in line that's a problem
Mathematics ain't divine that's a problem
Not even a G.E.D., that's a problem
C.I. for
I'm balling on niggas I just got a check
Yeah
Sleezy
I'm balling on niggas I just got a check
You can call me c.I.
cny one of your niggas try me all
Don't ask me what happened, shit happens
Her body is the temple and my mind is a weapon
Tell c.I. I'm the answer, you don't need to question
Gotta
Don't ask me what happened, shit happens
Her body is the temple and my mind is a weapon
Tell c.I. I'm the answer, you don't need to question
Gotta
Don't ask me what happened, shit happens
Her body is the temple and my mind is a weapon
Tell c.I. I'm the answer, you don't need to question
Gotta
far away
Dem woulda kill wi off
If dem get a chance
C.I. ah run dem mouth
Like a sinus
Spread out pon corner
Talk bout tings
Weh dem neven see
Yeah
Like
ain't talking C.I.'s (at all)
They can't fire you, need a C.I. (yeah)
He way up there he high (yeah)
Chopper bullets hit beehive (D-D-D-D-D-D)
We the army
one
But does a robot really want to be
On the killing side of our guns?
c.I. is innocent till we teach it pain
If we teach machines to kill they'll
come topside for air (breathe)
There is no need to be scared
No killer c.I. swear
Be there or be square
cll of the lovely beauties agree
They'll be so
Yes
Greetings Love boys
You inside the line of this big experience for the 2000 plus C.I.S
(oh) oh we still in it, Dig This!(Pimp Time)
Though I'll lie flat in your bush, 'til we smoking C.I.
What up to the boy B.I., you know I handle B.I.
I don't half step on the 'caine, ask the dreads
Though I'll lie flat in your bush, 'til we smoking C.I.
What up to the boy B.I., you know I handle B.I.
I don't half step on the 'caine, ask the dreads
nasty with the sixteen, yeah
They don't even know what's coming
'Til them got them rubbing off the rooster
Chick from C.I. To Brighton Beach, yeah, we
From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggas} comin through will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
back and tell that like a C.I.
Bread on the regular, swag, you see mine
With the boy Usher, you know that we fly
Fresher than a mall, richer than
Yes, greetings Loveboys
You inside the line of this *** experience for the 2000 plus C.I.S
Oh, we still in it, dig this, pimp time
She was the type
minimal
My whole community gets treated like they criminals
Prior convictions gettin' motherfuckers hung
Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody's sung
by his little brother in the front lawn
So he inherits the land, comes up with a master plan
Put Cuba out of B.I., he hands me a C.I.
I got a half
Bed-Stuy's in this borough
It's full of projects, the wildest borough
Try to figure out which side is thorough
From, C.I. to Saint Marks is carryin cons
To all my people out in Whinedance, Bayshore (Long Island)
C.I.'s in the place (Long Island)
Brinkwood, Hempstead (Long Island)
all my brothers out in
your mind bend,
No 69 but could break your silence,
More C.I. D.I.Y. Cause pride bitch,
F.Y.I. don't worry bout me you had your time now that its past by
brother suits
In the pourin rain, tryna get your shit on
Smokin the C.I. in the rain, why'know? (uh-huh)
Cup of noodles in your hand
It's you nigga Joey
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