Songtexte:
The Death Set Boys And Girls

chill Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill But I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it Van Ness Boys, The

slow it down October 21st, Lavelle came to the world Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay Loves you to death

an idea, give me a minute And if it makes sense, then get with it What if we could take our enemies, feed em poison Undereducate their girls and boys and

and quit your bitches turn trifflin' Try to set a nigga'up, death for his meals And don't give a damn about a slayer gettin killed And see you wit your

I'm protected by a thousand MC's And hoodlums and hustlers and bangers with Jeri Curls We won't even count the girls 'Cause they got my back and I got

hoe Cusswords, just don't quit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop And it don't stop, and it won't stop,

Welcome, little boys and girls, you thought Niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga this the mobb fool, uh I got some killaz on the payroll An they know when

it and I'm too legit to quit it like hammer telling my life behind bars like I've been rapping in the slammer and other rappers slipping like they rapping

side And where they always reside, and so much raw yay, You know all them boys be outside With them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside, And