Lyrics:
Now look here, my good man!
GUARD: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed
animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction
LaRock
Spins in heaven, while the earth I rock
MC's adopt, the styles I drop
They got no direction, they got no direction, they got no
the rains with the bundles
Gets no realer, get chipped when you stumble
Eat the ox on the foil, ten toes in the soil
Chop chop 'till he drop, fuck what you
brought
Them through the Alps
Catching the enemy completely by
Surprise and defeating
Them there are no Alps and
No obstacles that can stand in the
Way
They better never endeavor
Or even sever the lever to try to get a go
Get a second amendment
Aggressive in every direction
Spit venom, there's no
of these niggas you wildin' out like Chico Bean
When there's drama I don't ask no questions, I just clap in that direction
I look at this gat like it's
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Some some of these niggaz don't know what they in fo when they fuckin with
Some killaz, killaz, killaz, killaz
Drop like this bitch
Drop like this bitch
drop the bomb on it
New Jersey, Brit's, drop the bomb on it
You need to drop, drop, drop
Drop the bomb on it
Ring the alarm, somebody dropping
By, whoa,
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
on Paladino cause I'm a
Leave your neck on the curb
In this battle you won't win
The first second or third
It's no need to park when I pull
Up in that Lex in
quicker
Goin' down by the second round
All hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backin'
Down from a conflict
Nothin' but nonsense and terrorists
Keep
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
keeps the rain drops
Off my pretty baby's face
I'm just gettin by, and the money's spent
Don't even know how I'm gonna pay the monthly rent
But I know
on my gang, I'm doin' this shit for broke
Ten seconds on that clock, swing me that rock, I bet I scope
I can't gossip with no snake, I'd rather cut his
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more (Los Angeles)
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
lacking direction
Please raise your hand when you're asking a question
I’m teaching a lesson, you absent or present (here)
Feel like the goat of the past
circumstances
Lately, I been fed up with people
Ain't no second chances
I been standing tall next to god
By the Ten Commandments
You gone risk it all for dawg
But
better
I’ve got you by my side to fight the tide, I’m no forgetter
Of all the things you’ve done; you’re full of love that has no measure
So, when I feel
Or eat up
My own glory for the sake of adding degrees to their death?
Ha
Nine
Nein!
That is
NO
For thoughts do proceed and flow
Ten
In the beginning was
proceeded death
Got depressing
Never stressed no second guesses
All impressions these motherfuckers face lethal weapons
Leave them restless
Leading in my own
keeps the rain drops
Off my pretty baby's face
I'm just gettin by, and the money's spent
Don't even know how I'm gonna pay the monthly rent
But I know
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