ya' town We blow out the pound rollin' through uptown Canary yellow Cash Money iced out piece Like father, like son we beasts on these streets Well, let me bring
hard up in this mother fuck So hit the lights lights lights So hit the lights lights lights Baby hold it And let me holla on this remix for a moment so watch me
[Busta Rhymes: A Tribe Called Quest - "Scenario" Sample] As I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind RRRAH
it, you'll reach a place called success Can you hear me? Dat one yah a fi di ghetto youth dem Yo, star this a murder, man, a ghetto youth fi life, yo
you got to gain I know they hating on me Calm when it's plain to see My enemy is close, used to be my friends Don't know what to do, the murder's grave to me
a bird Goddy know I'm a murderer Half these niggas beefing with me I never heard of them If I was the old me I would murdered them In matter of face if I was the old me
me, nigga I GOT IT! When you see me in the hood - muhfucker don't talk to me! 'Less you wan' talk about usin' a Hawk for me. When Al blew Black away
, here to turn base If ya smart when you see that murder, turn yo' face Fuck DNA bitch, nigga we'll burn the place If ya don't see me at the crib Mean
yo meet me at the Denice Williams concert tonight, man Everybody there, Stacy Lattisaw, Teena Marie, everybody, man Yeah, yeah, no doubt, I'ma bring one
are knives This city makes a cartoon of a crime Capes and umbrellas, the glorification of slime I have to face this horror, Senora My religion asks me to pray for the murderer
hair in his wheel chair His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me Said "Evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me" It occurred to me
death kiss to Fidel Castro He?d want me to spit this Only the strong survive, Nas bear witness The hypocrisy is all I can see White cop acquitted for murder
lay when playin' with destiny Play too deep for me to say little Layzie came to me Told me if he should decease well then Please bury me by my gran,
, that's the kidnapper I do my work and then I catch my ticket to Jamaica Meet me in the alley, make sure you bring the money This ain't the seventies
the colors it brings Here I can sing, 'cos there's no one around Some birds fly above me, flying so free Remember an angel as she sat beside me
murder your jeans, I'll feed 'em to the fishes Here's what I'd do, if I had three wishes Punch your jeans on all three counts It would bring me satisfaction
(Jorma) Hey yo, new Lonely Island, 2011, let's get 'em Kiv! (Akiva) Hey yo my dick don't work, that shit is soft as a pillow, My girly lookin' at me like
.G, Ja Rule B. Brown Murder Inc. Def Jam, Sony This is what we buildin' here Classic shit Murder Inc. Ja, B. Brown, Murder It's that real shit, Rule, baby Bring