and I wishin', that the youths would stop killin' cause, Gun nah kill, people, people kill people, Gun nah kill, people, people kill people, Gun nah kill, people, people kill people
on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city
wrong Homeless sleep on the city streets Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat While rich politicians soak their feet In the pools at their ten million buck retreats People hate people
word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city
got the feds and the cookheads you got the skeezas. the iphones and tha beepers ya got ya people but is yo people yo people thats who it evil nigga.
, c'mon Easy with that murder, murder, murder, kill, kill We did that back when I was born Bill, Bill But I still do the knowledge, let me give you the math I rock
to jail is like summer camp We shake hands one day, kill each other the next And if you don't like it it's just like that 'Cause I come from, the city
Oakland, bitch That's the place I call home Where the Oakland City players roam Game don't stop, listen to me Everybody fuckin with the O.P.D Slingin cocaine, knockin it off Killed
nothin' K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin' Rockin' on 'till the break of dawn We gettin' cold money; this time IT'S ON! (Rock on .................
I could pop at you, papa, 'cause I'm partners wit' Waka Flocka Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch 'im make 'em rock With a show-stopper, chakras poppin
had a rib removed Vampire, sun go down I'm still wylin' Bullets travel through the air in the night like Phil Collins Rock City baby knife through your
city hustle glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell these were our heroes, strictly for them zero's for that Robert Deniro, n-ggas reload on them kilo's dodgin them people
it how we live You wanna sue me? You wanna rob me? Get your choppers come to my shows and try to mob me? I took birds from your people so you gone kill
And people shout out in the darkest hour Of sights unseen and voices unheard And finally the bomb gets the last word Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed
to they knees warriors, dance floors under siege all you need is agility and a little speed b-boys now shoot for their own league supernat this is another heat rock kill
foolish And after being warned, to still attack, is stupid People who are that stupid just don't deserve to live But strangely though, one does find, people
