gods and moved on, To the old gods and moved on, To the old gods and moved on, To the new guns, to the new guns What have we said, Wasn't it their bed
And the lil boy stared into the eyes of the night Button collects price of his time Lil girl glared sheets of denial Bullet connects to the price of her
for a mack, got caught up in a scandal, police ain't right, and we ain't either. Errybody want somethin equal, listen up my people: we gotta get down, get down
nah Everyday we fight the system, (fight the system) (Never liked the system) We've been down for too long, but thats all right na-na-nah Who said a
Can you get a quiet spot in the shade, for a breeze I lay a nigga down and steam roll away ?? Chorus 2X {Puff Daddy shouting a lot over the chorus} [
chest <krayzie bone:> Big celebration, we havin' a big celebration, We havin' a big celebration Celebration, [bration] celebration, big celebration, Hey we havin' a celebration Havin' a
and play Mat lock But never crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million
's about to have a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret, right by the nuts a .45 that'll lite niggas up and this
you's about to have a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret, right by the nuts a .45 that'll lite niggas up and
like my 4 still shinin like a star See sucka i'm a vet not a vetenarian Get rid of your flesh like if i was a vegetarian Fuck em fuck em feed em bullets
Sick gowns, rock a sick gown, 4-5th brown Ready to pop shit now The Earth spinnin like a windmill Workin ya swords, get ya link down Hit down, cavalry
Roof is what we came to do, Smiff-N-Wess-N-Lex set up shop Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra Poisonous venom into your system killin' you slower
yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing) Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, y'all niggas could nevah see me) Get some crunk in yo system I can feel
sarge The M.O.B.B., the status, we large The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb The H.N.I.C., the head nigga in charge The guns, the drama, the love
[Bizzy Bone "Chorus in background"] Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a
is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) Cos I'm like a
We had jams in the park, motherfuckers a disco Everybody smokin' joints, sippin' Cisco Two turn tables and the microphone full throttle I'll pull up in that Alf or a Mayo Malano, system
ow', the brothers yellin 'hoe' Now hold the o, and give me an intro A kick and a snare, now the green light to go I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed
