stand up, New York City stand up Ya'll about to witness something ya'll never heard before (Yeah) {Theodore, nigga} Let's go, fucka (Bonecrusher) Know
up nigga Really swift, don't waste a hammer, body slam fuck niggaz Go and kick it with the hoes and throw ya hands up with 'em [Hook] [Verse 3] You ain't
, Real n-ggas f-ck with me and I don't give a f-ck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO f-ck, Prison in February and I ain't in no rush, Drink
ain't nothin but trouble God When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R Don't make me let the machine off This is methadone music
LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!) In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough That I can chew a whole bag of rocks Chew
that bread, nigga Crack pays In so many muthafuckin ways I used to sell $2 rocks Nigga, $1.5 rocks, nigga On the real, I had 80 cent rocks
fix that I don't? wanna hear shit buddy that's that Can't get the buzz, go run back to the bar pick another drink get ready to go Send me ya telephone
antioch pittsburg oakley stocktone and sac town Within yuba city chico hammer city and back down Manteca modesto tracey merced to fresno visalia delano reedly Hanford now let's go
ass down on Glaciers of Ice Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive We built for this, go for your gun My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs Big hammers
BANG Uh-huh the T-Dot went BANG BANG Hey yo Somethin in the Dot went BANG BANG Word up the T-Dot went Bang Let's Go.. yo yo yo aiyyo FIYAH on the government
too This DJ Khaled, We The Best Ayo Game. Red Nation [Chorus] All I know is bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin
won't sing you no love song, you either love me Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you won't She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit
hookin for hits like hoes skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer
fuck you want, Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO fuck, Prison in February and I ain't in no
time) As they go singing by and by (Hallelujah time) Ooh, hallelujah singing in the morning (Singing, Hallelujah time) Let them sing, don't you let them cry (Over rocks
her let her sing a song D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer But she keep comin back three
dope fiends and hustlers But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk Don't let shit slide, 'cause beef don't walk We attack hoes, fuck a nigga
can't live, gotta go and get them g*** You know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package We pushing rain pain, gotta go