's on the gow The dead boys in the street we're goin' down we're goin' down we're goin' down we're goin' world on the run
Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout The M A S A, You run your mouth we smack the tast out We
on the fucking stair way to heaven Bitch I'm harder than rocks, stone, bricks, and pebbles Stay putting niggas in graves so i just keep me a shouvle Nigga all that's on
not reality Our leaders have a war mentality We?re living in a war mentality We feed on fear We prey on weakness We drop bombs on people in the name
dick still in his mouth so my nigga it's on You ain't a dog, you's a M-U-T On the nuts of a Compton B-G Fuck Bangin' On Wax and fuck that True Blue tape
while my flow just blows ya mind up Get ya groove on on, but watch ya set Mines on ya lawn, blowin up ya set From the gate, I drop smart bombs on the
twist apart the terrorists Show 'em who's boss Come here swallow this bomb Cool off Can't control your own people After we rock there's no sequel U.S. of A nobody's
ugggggggghhhhhh!) Lay down on the flo' (flo') Want the G's and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go) [Bun B] They try to run up in the manger (run
simply passive observers. Media coverage of Viet Nam created massive dissent in the U.S.A. Thatcher's government was aware of that when, embarking on
the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me And the only on leavin' is me And the only one bleedin
clip in, rollin' on Yellin' off murda mo Better jump in the ?, Now we're (looted thugs, smug) here I go Let's serve them hoes It's on, niggas sick of
'm loco Word on the streets is that I rip mad beats, pack heats But y'all been gettin' too deep, my life's steak Word on the same day is Mary J Let me
fuckin with some regular unleaded shit Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope Heavily armed military is necessary, it's a gamble MC's
bust and kick up dust And trust if u think about rollin thru we setts trips on each so we gone sett trip on u [CHORUS:] Throw your hands in the if u
Meacita's son Lil' Wayne Nigga, Calleon, H-O-T, B-O-Y, U-P-T soldier can't stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K's I tote and the weed i smoke,
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get that it's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you it's like a dick all up in you, although