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One Day

Lords of the Underground

Resurrection

1999

it
Watch your head, I'll be bustin' it, what's this?
Who you think you talkin' to you think we slippin'?
Yo Brat, stick the clip in, these niggas is

its back to the block (Aye aye uh)
If rap don't work
Uh
We outside like Hotboy Shaq (outside)
Big glock with the mop stick attached
He play then he lay

all in singles (Straight up)
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go
Round and round they go
Champions, we run the city
Number

down, do it by myself
Home run, never burning out, break out of my shell
Put myself first fake friends turn to foes
Let em go better off on my own
Stick

shared by all of mankind

Incentive is the key to understanding volition
We don't act without i it's behind any decision
There's no human nature

really laid up with a bad hoe
Run it up and then watch how the stack blow
Gotta watch for the guys in your pack bro
Turn it red just love how the act pour

Is this thing on? Good
Hi, this is Marvelous; this song
This song in its entirety is not meant to disrespect any women
In its entirety
Well you know

on black

So we bout to hit one with an F in my back
That one stick and never came back
You run it up too quick, it's been an awful bitch
Got me spinning for

repeat, we've let this happen by mankind's own hands
But that's not only it
A surplus of action, but the rich get richer
When activism is critical, it

for yo soul stick it sweet the bullet gold
Aiming at the target like a striker buss it that's a goal
Like 4th of July we gonna make the place loud with

want the same thing.
We just want to be loved,
By someone or some thing.
But you threw it all away,
When you stabbed me in the heart.

Chorus:
I'm sorry

just run that shit up 
Like a new debit 
Fade to black like a news edit
And comeback wit a banger 
Like boothes killin
Who did it 
It's them new niggas

Trying to edit less, no need to proofread
My life loosely based on doodles strewn on loose leaf
If you truly knew me you'd know my childhood runs

we'll be down to let it spark, boy
Rifle bullets so sharp, thought I hit you with a dart, boy
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his

run up cause the choppa gone bust
Loe gang they ain't playing with us
Came for the spot and we won't let it up
Pull up with them dirty sticks them

FN's extended clips, Whole lotta choppas and a 556
Run in his crib and we taking his shit
We from the trapping and you know it's a blitz
Got catfished by

wit a shoulder to cry on
I'm not sayin we're perfect but we held it together
Like mortar in bricks and sticks that are lodged in popsicles so
It hasn't

(ayy)
And if we don't, bitch, you better run (ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums (ayy)
The money make the band sound great, buh-buh-buh-buh

It’s been like this for years

Uh, I’ll slice you with my fan, Bitch
Uh, I’ll stick you with my parasol
Uh, slice you with my fan, Bitch
Uh! I’ll stick

Drive by its quick that's a job well done
I do this for fun
Wanna get serious brodie be clutching a gun
And I will not run
19 with a big clip gon' empty

Ayo who made this beat
(Xeeflo)
Throw me on the beat I get busy
My glizzy be touching my glizzy
My glick it be hugging my hip
I said my stick it be

Aye
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris

poured an 8 on this zombie town
And it cost to move, 'cause when I had jaded
Make sure you sure two clip when you run down (ay)
Police keep takin' my

wanna be this shit, I don't wanna be like this
When I grow up
I just wanna escape but you can't run from fate
Never grow up
We was throwin' gang signs