Lyrics:
looked more optimistic
The night he picked up them theater tickets
We gave up, so he found his way with a gun
Now Pat, he public enemy number one
By 18
I'm finna put it down with the whole city
You ain't even got a second look at me
But you can feel it in your body that I'm ready for the gold ticket
Two down, with just one gun
My nigga, and who said killin wasn't no fun
I sit alone in the zone with a face of stone
Live the life of Al Capone
sneaky you know that's my demon
We can slide every day nigga give us a reason
He got hit with that shit nigga body start leaking
I'm chasing them down
Joe
Every pretty round brown hoe wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down professional, I'ma let you know
Once I put the blows, get your clothes 'cause
B]
Say, Nigga you can't run, nigga you can't hide
Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride
Blow out your insides and leave you to rot
Cause when
to ill
You can't talk the talk
You can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers
And the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I
Regulate ya'
cockpit uG
Superhero trained different
Jog with cars tied to my back
My frame different
My brain different, move objects with it
Gun cocked back
Blow your
Remember when you had a crush on me in the sixth grade
No more reminiscing girl those were the old days
Imma make these niggas feel my wrath
Mama told me I
and these techs
Blaze 'em down gives a fuck about the next nigga rep
Play around find yourself getting' cheated by death
Man gone and believe me dog it
can do is dance
If we wanna dodge the bullets
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Put my taxes in factories
Money to bullets, cash make me bleed
Put
your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas
Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga
Ain't no need to relive in
passing by
Put your head between your legs; kiss your xxx goodbye (Blah!)
[Chorus]
You niggas lost y'all game; I'm throwing the Roc down
Just to put
gonna go down
Baby, my 380
Hold 1 in the dome and some of it chrome
Avoid the beef your you running alone
Should have brought your piece your
Gun is
Joe
Every pretty round brown hoe wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down professional, I'ma let you know
Once I put the blows, get your clothes 'cause
Betta watch how u move round
Whole city full of shootouts
Dey can’t put dem guns down
We got a city full of gun sounds
Bitch it’s war time
Yeah
I’m on Dey
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
Hope he have extra paper
He would do anything to blaze up
Put your lips on it
Nah nah nah
Puff it pass it puff puff it pass it (Pass it)
Left's how it
sox
Cuffs in my Dickies fitted kings High sox
Just to school stole whips on da Block
Flow o Shea ice cube without a
Doc
Nigga my first crush first love
to the Lord, there's guns like the audience
You put on a show, my forty clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plottin' on a Kanye,
to the Lord, there's guns like the audience
You put on a show, my forty clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plottin' on a Kanye,
'em down like I got an ounce to flip
I'll crush your motherfuckin' skull like the mountain bitch
And put it in a song, let the people bounce to this
exists timelessly between them
A satisfied soul, body, whole of your
Mind, it don’t control or confine
It don’t cripple
Or crush, it just ripples
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