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(Ronald Isley singing throughout song)
Prodigy and Havoc talking
Yeah yeah
Know what I'm sayin'
Straight burn biscuits baby
Yeah, give it to 'em raw uncut
Turn them headphones up
No doubt son
No problem
Creepin' it though baby
It's gangsta
The truth gonna come to the level
Havoc
Yo
As this blood flow through my veins
I stand before this mic with a stepped up game
Some things when I look how they never gonna change
It ain't a thing
wild
Then I'm c*ckin' that thing
Cuz you know with every action there's a reaction
And there's no known cure when I'm sick with the clappin'
How many times it have to happen
talkin' like they generals
They just mere captains
The streets there's rules
Slugs h*t 'emwith infractions
And then there's Hollywood if you want some fkin' acting
You got these out mis-representin' they hood
Give 'em heart now they icin'
I'm like nigg* what's good?
Cuz you know how I get with these macks and these techs
Blaze 'em down gives a fk about the next nigg* rep
Play around find yourself getting' cheated by death
Man gone and believe me dog it happened to the best
Chorus
You know a nigg*
I be tryin' to chill
But now then I'ma hafta run these a drill (no doubt)
Ther comes a time in
Every nigg* life when he's face to face with that ole'
Kill or be killed
And here I go again
Grabbin' my steel
Cuz now then I'ma hafta run these a drill (run 'em)
There come a time in
Ever nigg* life when he's face to face with that ole'
Kill or be killed
Prodigy
Ay yo
Don't make me have to body something
fk you and what you known for
To me you're nothin'
I don't see why in the world
To me you frontin'
And if you was that nigg*
Then you still mean nothing
Homes (what)
My gun is bustin'
fk all y'all my stomach is touchin'
And I be right there on Murdle Ave.
Come through
You b*tch as* wouldn't know what to do
I get bullet proof love
Pounds and hugs
You get extorted by the thugs that gew up in your hood
You get killed fkin' with P
You really should
Not do that
I use that
Lugar good
Catch a bad one
Ran dunn raggity
You got fked up and left for dead in the street
Havoc
Yo
Who wants it with Hav
Who want it with P
Not near one of y'all
And I put that on me
But ifâ¦
Chorus
Havoc
Yo
Believe me dog there's more than
c*ckin' and squeezin' and
Afterward that nigg* still be breathin' and
Who gonna snitch if you lucky to leave it then
For a reward nigg* just might turn you in
I take it further and I might just murder him
That mouthpiece all together
I'm curbin' him
It's very clear and there's nothin' to blur my lens
It's very real
Ain't got no time to pretend
Prodigy
Yo
Feelin' it thugs
I dump a magazine on you dunn
I'll run up on you with the ?master? glove
Dunn there's nothin' for me to snap and get on tilt
I know it's nothin' for you
The pain to have me killed
I respect the laws of war and love
I live by them
Y'all not ready for this
You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed
Spray it dunn
Straight out
s**t it when them guns come out
Chorus x2
Ron Isley singing
Woman singing x6
We've got to learn to sw*llow our pride
It's hard just to let things ride
Maybe one day things will change
As of right now let me show you something