Lyrics:
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm runnin' my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say chill
So she puts
loved
You smoke away the pain
Hard not to be so stuck
So tired of these game
Time to break out of these cuffs
V2
Might be da koldest
In the game
Stripes
beats, nothin' capsized
So go on, wait 'til fuckin' break of dawn
The new grip is here, Jig will tell you it's on
Mack's back, full effect
But this is
from the same projects that I come from
because.......
Chorus (x2)
Verse Two: Sadat X
Well this is that time that you've
on the block, so you see how we getting down
Like the mob we break bread before we hit the town
Hamduallah, man we ain’t to far from heaven now
[Verse 2]
I
worked hard and made mad checks
The pay was made and the snakes had came
They’d try and make a break by faking praise
Wasn’t raise that way, couldn’t break
through two-two
Crafted through my vision, had to take time to
Align the lyrics in my brain, and emphasize them to the page
Yeah, and now they're playing
Check it out, one time
For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind)
Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one
No doubt, he-heh
Check it out, oh
If Monday will determine my future
Then Tuesday we'll determine my past
And Wednesday I'll get back to the present
But Thursday's gonna come by too
Creatures and hotties hot steppin' over dead bodies
Demons above pissin' fire on the party
Gimme a triple shot of snake blood two times
A ceremony
you later
Times runnin? out, and y?all know what I?m about
Thanks for comin? out
It?s been good, it?s been great, see you later
Verse Two:
Rain drops
{AMB} (2xs')
Its the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
Its the time of the harvest
Your time
{Bonez Dubb}
My ride broke down
wake up everyday with my game face on
[Verse 2: Chuck D]
Break harder than ever, follow my lead
Through the fast lane in the game, they follow my
Rap's in my soul brr, I feel cold
Yo I break it down
I break the sound down to the underground
Now how that sound? Yo, I'm totally awesome
Somebody get me
(Forty-eight)
Four-eleven Smith niggaz, (Forty-nine)
niggaz in the streets (Fifty)
Now add these niggaz up, I'm fifty niggaz deep
[Lola Damone]
[Verse 2:]
Yo, I
bunny hop to the left
Pull to the right two times, eh
Look to the left, feel it in your chest
Now go'n break it down, eh
Go'n break it down, eh
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
the answers making love
Out of a canvas full of touch-ups
I dip my brush into what I've wept for
And wonder out loud as I can, how long I've slept for
I
yo ass up by the five second rule
Makin moments and cross squares off our checklist too
Stayed loyal and true when boiling kettles brew
Perfume powder
the I'm two faced of the zodiac
Until they experience yours
The fire sign is hot and cold
Represented by the ram skull
You my twin flame, my karmic partner,
the club
Yo, DJ cool to the rescue
We gon' break this joint down
Ayo a-huh, a-huh, ahh
If you pumpin' this one
In your truck
(Let's get dirty)
Say
Call the dealer
Switch the motor
Grab the whip and pop a donut
Imma tell you bitches once
I suggest you listen up
Yeah we moving by them Twos
We fasho
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