since I got a nadge to grind I blind kids by poking out their eyes with my knifes So, die, die, die, drop dead, die you painted my face, popsicles to
and a flat jacket Stick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy Hacket And get props, ranks, thanks, power position A piece of paper with a picture of a dead
: You heard them kids that's cold as ever So stash this in humble rivers Not forgettin' the name Infinite with gold frame Night for us thought they gotta
be shooting [Verse 1] The world is a ghetto Politicians pull strings like Geppetto Cops kill, but still the court case gets settled Little kids peddle
fine Give it a try. Maybe you're weak and maybe you're the end of this line. Believe in me, we soon will grow cuz maybe we're just fucked up kids but
niggas lay stiff in Rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows create criminal O's Sing along if you with me, till the end of the road
Niggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows create criminal O's Sing along if you with me, til the end of the road
y'all, and ya dont stop Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the start to end But gimme brew and gimme that and i'
: (feat. Hell Razah) [talking: Priest] He rules in the neighborhood he rules [talking: Kids] Huh try on your robe man yea it fits it fits me too I like
a pulpit Sprayed up by bullets, dead over bullshit Niggas layin on the pavement, holes in their Woolridge Look what the wolves did, full clips and cartridges Imposters live, abduct the kids
or die There is only one way out and I am not afraid to take it It's the only way I say is Su-i-cide {*repeat 3X*} This kids mom died when he was just
as fuck, I don't think mama beat me enough When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truck Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in
Got me ready to embody somethin' quickly Can't be happy, fuck a party she can't party with me So your apologies are burnin' ya own souls To the kids with
GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!") [Intro: Nas] Hold up, hold up, hold up man, this is Nas, hip hop still dead 1980
killin my high, damn Monkey wrench they whole program, party over By that time I'm dead sober In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone
't know Stat' could get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew And show him how I look in my Beretta, too I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto Show them what
t the type to be runnin' his mouth Uh-huh, Fifty run with dem kids that'll run in your house If these rappers were killers I would've been dead But they