the right - 'cause we are the law So back off - power in a minute Back off - bastard hard and combat high Back off - power is a winner Back off - don
right - ?®cause we are the law So back off - power in a minute Back off - bastard hard and combat high Back off - power is a winner Back off - don'
right - 'cause we are the law So back off - power in a minute Back off - bastard hard and combat high Back off - power is a winner Back off - don't
it man Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man Got a AR... 15 I mean D.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean? It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit
gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In my heart I feel, fuck the police
ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em' [Verse 4: Lloud Banks] The Double L O Y D Get put on an I.V Tryin ta
the know ya. Gettin gold rock its chess not checkers you heard me. Sugary wall. Scott D.A. get Timmay. Gimme track, shit i'll get this back to you in
ain't worth s**t Cops and ride d**k permits I heard this and heard that About them O-U-T Lawz Some of them soldiers got shot Some of them soldiers fell off
b?z up, thro RB up, back streets till u die, start rollin dat weed up, if u need sum trees that?s wut got re-up, we got no love for ya ass if u throwin
, Camron Home, Come Through Here Cruise By, He Run In To Dem Ni**As That He Beat, He Gon Die Caught His Crooks Cuz D Flashin His Mugshot, He Notices M.O
rollin and I'm holdin' And I'm gonna make sure you hear me Ya heard me? I freak off with the video chicks Ya heard me? Sweatin' tracks out in back of
ain't changed. D.J. U-Neek supplied the beat, that nigga's still creepin' up on ah come-up! (Yeah!) They sayin' the thugstas fell off, they washed up
ve died out of my life, I'm hurt, burn me baby, tie down. And child hood scars, crackhead cause niggas I dont know that who'd ya think you are. And here
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto
you hoes! Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor. Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with their vocals made artificially. I'd
and i'm out the window Drunk as fuck and high off that indo Nigga E, C-P-T, the O.G. And i really don't think u wanna fuck with me Nigga walkin half up
