Bearer)] We got it, you know we got V's You know we got ki's, you know we got G's We got it, you know we got sons, you know we got guns Now this is for
(feat. Black Knights,North Star, Shyheim,Solomon Childs) [Intro: Miko the Pharoah (Christbearer)] Yeah, North Star, what? (Yeah, ye-yeah) (Ye-yeah,
White [Stretch] And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock And we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it I'm lettin off
that, When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch
(feat. Nutso) [2Pac] Haha, for all my niggaz in the hood (yeah) That live the life of a ghetto star (You KNOW!) Heh, you know how we do it (Hahaha,
and some many ways We've been duckin strays Hate to live us But we still some Badboy Killas Got nothin to lose, got no where to go I only got one home
new lex So who's next Go get it The kinda nano was kitty so baby girl are you with it If so lets go Dip low in your manolos Wind it up Bring it back
We been proper, Ana Rok One and Kid Copper (Aocoa) Gonna Hit top or bottom, Swing and sock flops that're rotten If we see you we will let you know the
the animals that we are We runaway slaves like Douglass, lookin towards the North Star Used to think freedom was up North, but instead those ideas got
junk I got ya ears crunk up (Makin 'em jump jump!) Got ladies shaking they ass My niggas gettin 'em drunk you brick game We ASF, we shoot dunks (Makin
see we all men All being hated for the color of skin It's hard to translate it but my brother only ten Working in the field got him working for a meal
alone We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone 600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it Sex got drained from it The new breed
east, west, north, and south Say I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big [Chorus: Beenie Man] (Lil' Kim) Gal
yo What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own
Gettin' off our goods Fiendin' for a knot We put it in the box We got a brand new batch And we put in the smash Better get it 'cuz we sellin' out fast
fucked up North of Martin Luther King: a straight warzone Detours through the concrete, cranes, and bulldozers No, the Hill is not over still Every block got a coffee shop; it
[VERSE 1: Mondo] Now I can remember: way back in the winter, or September It was '93 when we got signed, music was destiny We'd flee the spot to Unique
a street team That's money hungry for life, we got's to keep green It's no shorts, no losses big cars Big houses iced out, lights out Here come them North