it, but I'd leave it Cause you dont know you. You cant afford the things you've past, the pull of time has its arm around you. Will you put it all in
: [B.G.] I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll letcha have it When it comes to guns, I'm one
See me, B.G. - original H.B. Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police I keep it real with the real - that's all I know, nigga Comin' up 'round my way
do I'll tear down both sides of the streets In the U.P.T. on the up and up niggas get killed In the U.P.T. on the up and up shit really get real You slangin
peeled [Chorus]2x [Ms. Tee] Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump Ride guns, all
beachin' to make you squeel nigga Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up
ounce is all he had That's sad, you stun'n, jepardisin ya wig Doin' that petty hustlin, ain't comin up on shit What's the reason, bein on the block all
of the United States Stand up and shout "Violence now!" Government puppets must be brought down (Hut 2! 3! 4! Hut 2! 3! 4! Hut 2! 3! 4! Hut 2! 3! 4!) You can do it all
rap homie I'm crack homie I'm dope money I wake up and wipe my ass wid coke money C-back, Maybach My shit two-toned Nigga run up on that Yo ass a tombstone
on that shit I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip [Chorus] [Swizz Beatz] Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Wind it up (wooo!) Hit the
: [Lloyd Banks] My rope all freezy, dope on the TV Ecstasy especially out the GT You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too Least you can say
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it" Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police The feins up all night and the
check her Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr Pepper And I don?t mean the soda The sixteen top shot loada I?ll bend ya ass up like yoga
I'm loco but not like loco Red rag in my pocket, got gangbanging in the chokehold Red spokes on my low low, oh no Nigga call the po po, Game got a fo fo Guns
hard like I do it for TV My team in the VIP You know boxes, cases, tag alongs pop all the faces Don't disrespect power stop and embrace us Hands up alls
It's Just How We Do It On My Block With 21 Guns To Shoot, Against Your Squad, My Unit Out To Get This Loot, Against All Odds [Tony Yayo:] My Revolvers
Stuck between channels my thoughts all quit I thought about them too much, allowed them to touch The feelings that rained down on the plains all dried
