mode They keep you in follow mode Take the streets you never rode They keep you They keep on knocking Oh, like the party's on They keep on knocking
yo block Lock all doors and keep windows closed Cause we done rolled before So stay on the floor We ride deep in the all black camaro Sittin on mo's And we rolls tokin on
on takin pain Quick to slang, and let it rain through yo' brain Street smart, proficient, intelligent And keep suckers hittin 'til snitches start smellin it Movin niggaz with telekenesis Keepin
Hood in this bitch hoe, kickin down in yo front door Knock knock, you hear the glock cock and that thing pop on the 4 4 Posted up in that same block,
s worth Till the cow just tilts and tips 'n stumbles to earth And if I fumble the verse, keep going First take, I make mistakes, just keep it No punches
before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on Kangol hat slanted coconut bounce
to the icky, chocolate Wonka I'm like the ice cream man, I make the block go bonkers [Ghostface Killah] Please, we puff little Christmas trees I keep a, chick on
pimpto Jumpin out the limo I'm lookin like a light pole Bling, blow, burh! Gucci A.K.A. da light show Mic check zaeh I got on nikes I keep a stupid chick
bitch ass back down the hallway You gotta be a man at least you learned Everything you get in the maze you've earned [Violent J] Keep runnin times a tickin on
Yeah, I'm back in [Verse 2:] Yo, I breeze by the coppers, weave the imposters (eeeeerrrt) Speak to the rastas, round table feastin' on pasta (hey) Plus keep a skee on
me So I said alright you can stop on by it gave me butterflys, 30 minutes knock knock its you I'm glad to see you but I keep my cool from day one I fell
Tetragrammaton squeeze come beneath camera lens Ease some, police come, place cameras on men Deceased ones lay stiff - posin' on cement roses On their
the lamb's tell him what he has to suffer Last cup of wine poured, a knock at the door Simon Peter had his hand locked on the sword Every eye watched
roast y'all bitches with ad libs The garbage shit stops, when the hottest shit drops And y'all can't front on how the shit knocks Even haters, gotta
you made it this far with pushing on your made of stars! oh, oh, oh! these kids are stalking, and all we do is .. spending a fortune on cars like we
s too late Now the feds knocking at your door, you took the bait They got taps on your mobile phone They do surveillance all around your home Now ya pawnin' everything ya own Calling on
rubbed on Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear Get your fuck on - followin week, you back there But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars Puffin
me) Even with yo cars and all the fly whips, I won't trip (uhh) Cause I got many guys that wanna buy me (uh huh) French cuts for my wrists to keep me
