what's the word A word up, everybody say When you hear the call you?ve got to get it underway Word up, oh, it's the code word No matter where you say
Load it up with black gats and macs Pay attention to gun blastin And fake buster harassin Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out Two choppers cocked ready to knot And chop up
Up, Clap It Up Clap It Up Now Now Clap It Up, Clap It Up Clap It Up Now Now Clap It Up, Clap It Up Clap It Up Now Now Clap It Up, Clap It Up Clap It Up
loot 'em Now the streets ain't safe at night My Niggas! Straight take his life So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em Empty the clip, then
no repentance as I buck one down Straight to the morgue cause I plan on, shuttin shit down Born soldiers! -- Fucked him up with a mac-fo' Torn ligaments, all up
off, word to Moses Visions of you sittin there sweaty and wet Pointin to the places that you want me to hit Give me room all up in the womb, call the
young and dumb that wasn't warned Help you make it through the storm My words to my first born, feel me .. My words to my first born .. My words to my
motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker [2pac] Can't nobody stop us when we blunted up and swervin Packed
still buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking
several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up
over the years as an outlaw. Eh, Noble. What's up nigga. Would you die for me, nigga? Hell yeah. Would you kill for me? On my grandmother, nigga. Ah yo. What's up
bitch niggas is listenin, The World Is Mine Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up Touch one of
] Me nigga Tu-pac ALWAYS look good You know that's true 'im look good every time Ooh, pussy war? Step up *1 Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat playin
think my own self stupid Cause I stay shootin' at marks, Get twisted up in police reports. Since the cradle, I've been ungreatful. My first toy was a gun
can eat a motha fuckin dick up. Word up. Fuck the police. I don't give a fuck. Bobcat in this motha fucka boy. Big up! Big up! To the criminals. Fuck
you!) "Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you" So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets
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
to jail with me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every word like I bullet hollow
