this is what ya call action never got nothin' to do she never wants to be seen hangin' with me no way gonna lose goin' out tonight don't wanna sit around goin' out
in and out) Take off the runway (stranger now in a different town) Take off and go (over and under in and out) downtown hangin around over and under in and out
not the jig Lossen up your pants and freak to the beat take a slug of you beer and let it rip If ya had a hard day, then ya better start wiggin out ya
us who work hard only to satisfy the stockmarket brokers. Oh yes! Oh yes! They're keeping us out of money! Oh yes! Oh yes! They're keeping us out of money
out of rubber I will not bend! Drop the bomb!! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] To all you silly suckas wo try to abuse us: When we get ignited you can't diffuse
hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us
: Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at
motherfucker Manute, Pain, Syke, ?, Mopreme, ?? Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me hoe? Hehehe Is y'all ready for me? .. We up out this bitch
Still ballin [Verse Three: 2Pac] Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head Niggaz holla out
to scary, get to near me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons Million's of niggas thug living Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out
What the song say We murder motherfuckers daily Black out blow the crack out My lyrics neva fail me I inhale strong weed then release the stress Deliver the bomb
busters similar to Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em Visions of over packed prisons Million's of niggas thug living Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out
D.I. Amin):] You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's
us ghetto teens [echo] Got a law for raw niggas now Playa what it be like? [echo] When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]
Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullet's to the head Niggaz holla out my name And it's similar to rain
't take none Hahaha.. it's the ballad of a dead soldier! The police are so scared of us All the feds they aware of us They wanna see us dead They got
my demons Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out! [Chorus: EDI] We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route, without
