the 4th of July He had a chocolate treat for every tear she cried Then she fell down by the hand of him as she fell down She said, "Here we go again,
the 4th of July He had a chocolate treat for every tear she cried Then she fell down by the hand of him As she fell down She said, "Here we go again."
say that we ain't true to what we say but then again When you see us on the street and playa hate We bang them fuckin' brains, we bang them brains But then we
off his neck We get up in the smug and start to ride kinda slow And now we're in their territory So we let all our triggers go Twenty niggas drop to
pump pump, no bluffin' We buck Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out I reloadin' and buckin' again
nigga what you gonna do when we rearrange the game? Blow him out the frame with new ideas, We's about the game, lyrics, puttin' it down out here (Chorus
nigga. 1-2-3-4. We don did it again. Ya know, these niggas out here out makin love, haha. Check it out. Get off ya nigga, go get ya money. If you stand
cross A nigga named Krray they good as dead From the B-O-double, doin' double time And these tricks comin' up to bread We on some thugga shit We on
know me, from fillin' up your heron needles I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english We ain't scared of the roll, we just get it and go
Seen us schooled, out to rock the world School never seen us sweat, and you never Right here from my block, don't punch girls And we don't punch a clock, gotta go gotta Go
way) Go head try Me get blown away(way way way) Try Me get blown away(way way way) Go head try Me get blown away(way way way) (Verse 2) (We Da Best
set it Yo yo move Me and my dogs comin' through We the grain, go against us you feel pain Get ranked on, we beat niggas numb These niggas is dumb, you
the niggas stretched out from a murder case And don't mind doin' again the shit That got me locked up in the first place Boss'll let the nine go buck
slick been on the block a bit Put on the good old Final Tic C H I C A G O, giddy up while we kick that rodeo Back to back, we gonna smoke on And toke
here Just Outkast gettin ready for a show in here So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the cherry 'lo-lo Chrome grill with the G-Unit logo We watched Hov go
Intro: [willie d of geto boys] Still going Yeah, here we go again We bout to roll on some motherfuckers G.B. rap-a-lot mafia Recognize the mob nigga All
fall The, description of three blacks shows no justice, so, pick up it's your right If you riot again, me, turn the other cheek We, be too many, me got, me nine
