while I ride and my gang throws Bouncin around like a ball that you can catch with a mitt While the other motherfuckers catch a fit I snap necks and break arms and
for the straightjacket so loosen up the straps and yo I'ma get dumb, rip this funky continuum in half Lil' Nation, the C.P.O. psychopath You can't demolish
the uneducated, who stood in the crowd and waited for doers of oppression to fall This is the movement, the foe and the C.P.O. had chosen to call the
know To lock your doors, and close your windows And if you was thinkin that protection could stop me It takes a continent, full of niggaz to drop me And
be true) And make 'em pay like they waist is severed blue Now hold on, if it's 'sposed to it's P With Mr. Quik, Dee, K and 'G, Hi-C and Free All I know
find some fullys and a gang that is sure to clean your crowd pistol let off repeated immediatey black and white drop ridin' through the spot and tryin
da-da! [scratches] [50 Cent:] Yeah, uh! - Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that. Black mask, black Mag' -
sweatin' outa town, dog. Sweatin' my car with a hound dog. Separate me from my bitch and shit, tryin' to get my bitch to fuckin' snitch and shit. Officer Roscoe P
B-double-O-G what? M-A-double-N I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder
these New York City streets is hot even police get shot neighbors never speak a lot and citizens they beef with cops avenues flooded with p.c. shops and
on the right 1-5-1's and WESTSIDE PIRUS slay past dark And the only other Blood hood is CAMPANELLA PARK HACIENDA, SWANS and BOUNTY HUNTERS'll call ya number ROLLIN' 30's and
in this motherfucker nigga, (Killa) [Kyleon:] On and on, and my glock I'm palming Take two shots, and call me in the morning You ain't gotta see P.
and ??) Foxxx, I'm a survivor I raise hell with a .25, to show you I'm live Cousin - I put my hand on the good book, and overlook the deepest crew, and
got a bad habbit Clack clack, in the pen, back out, i'm back at it It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit Out the black hat black, back home
's All in her cat even if she motherin' dat Dis' E.S.O.O.G. sippin' VSOP in the V.I.P But now he know in the E.S.O They doh'wanna seize (see's?) you all
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet See I, am, Albert Brown, and I'd like to say hello To the black, to the white, the red and
bond fire I got more fire (what?) Like a bat outta Hell fire, flyin', buyin' dark shades, sippin' white Zinfandel R.I.P. Big L You set the standard for
