get ya all that shit what's up little Alice in wonderland, you bitch we are coming and you can suck the dick, work it tight 'Cause I know what's up
And ain't nobody that can stop me I'm rollin' with the Squad motherfucker damn posse Come get your ass rolled up, I kid ya not This shit I got I'll have
in secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin Lil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin (Hand in hand
ruckus [Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The
the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice so the vice wanna follow us around (raize up) Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town (blaze up) Another
[Eat a dick up] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin, got
Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me and
every dollar counts Bustas is jealous and half these niggaz is punks They runnin off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic
mob figgaz (check game you little young punk) We world wide mob figgaz (all you niggaz is ??) [Verse One] What, what? Uhh, put them hands up Rich niggaz throw the grands up
you're gonna dis the G You wish to be, just like me You wanna battle me? I insist that we Toss up a coin - head's up, now let's kick off The Hip-Hop
who po? can understand this And folks surviving? off just bread and mayonnaise I be wondering who?s uncle Sam is Cause? in South Central L.A. we barely can live I hand picked my squad
convict I live wild beat cases before a trial Grand jury style I'm foul You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be
t know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I
'll have you eatin' food through a feedin' tube as you retreat [Hook x2] [Apathy talking] Awright awright hold up hold up settle down Listen up you
up and down, Word to God, (Motherfuckers) It's Killarm run up on your whole squad Pick up the LP, One love to my peoples, (Word up) Black guerrilla fam
just as easy as our state transforms lives into files they chase down the weak, line them up and cut them down It's their blood on your hands history
