get clapped Front on us and get clapped You get clapped n**** Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped Get
call the shots, you call the cops Y'all niggaz never gave me all my props I don't give a fuck if I ball or not I'll get a motherfuckin' baller popped
crib with like thirty shots I'm already hot but my last one is with some dirty cops I play the streets with toast 'cause the thieves is close Wanna keep
Let's get it hype, nigga Let's get it crump Yeah, yeah, yeah Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it crump If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma prove my
and closed caskets Will I forever be alone? (Teardrops and closed caskets) (Teardrops and closed caskets) Will I forever be alone? (Teardrops and closed caskets) Don't let these ghetto streets get
car garage {*CRUNCH*} Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off "Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!" I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs And when the cops
garage Hopin out wit two broken legs Tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'm kill you too and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs And when them cops
daylight Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off If I get back, I get out with the quickness
or eat your whole plate of food You can't come close like an order of protection That this is myself in the pack was sort of my intention Slaughter anybody testin' my callin
-I think my, I-I think (HUT!) [Royce Da 5'9"] I get money, I get bitches, I get bored or - bring it back I get bitches, I get money, no specific order
[Bun B] Let's get it started like transmission and alternators Got the keys in the cage ready for who you call the greatest Takin 'em down from the biggest
?m wildin? out Set the building on fire then you fallin? out And then we can turn it into a block party And get some drinks on while you call the cops
when you callin' collect And it's twenty-five cent, you can call em' direct. I put my life on the line, I ain't makin' a dime Niggas call me never mind
't respect when you call 'em collect and it's 25 cent you can call 'em direct I put my life on the line I ain't making a dime Niggas call me "Never mind
around acting strange, like a man in a daze (Get the mic on, I don't know what happened, son (I just lost my mind, son) People talking to me and calling
safe but never was left the code Close up of those who have paved the road Invincible armor like that nigga we call The Toad This is hip hop, MC's get
them scatter Cops watch them on they tv cameras They move in one manner When the speak, rhinos stand up Throw they hands up and make the cops take off
closing in On all sides, the pressure expose the gem A war cry was the breath I was holding in A poor scribe dopest as the golden pen Called wise, blessed