've done Shoot me down, way down Shoot me down, way on down Shoot me down, way down Way on down Way down Way down Way down Shoot me down Way on down
things I've said You should've put me in the ground You should've killed me for the things I've done Shoot me down, way down Shoot me down, way down
lot Rifles on the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
Po Po's botherin me Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs They don't wanna set me free Trying to bring me down, when they come around Po Po's fuckin
sliding by, in my city (in my city) [Z-Ro] I bet you wanna know what's on my mind, when I be sliding by Mean mugging, relieving some of this stress don't fuck with me
my life pass me by, in the blink of an eye Another stick of fry, cause the regular weed no longer get me high Popping extasy like Aspirin, come down a
around the block Cop radios it to another lady cop He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her Looked
dashed and ran around the block Radios it to another lady cop He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed
] Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo) They got me hot When they shot me
shit Niggas don't wanna try me, brotha you'll get shot down Now i'm kick'en tha block, cause my bigger brothers locked down I'm hot now, so many punk
everyone (uh-huh), then disregard it the meaningful s--- comes back, back to where it started in your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranium a capital two burns in my mind give me
Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought
voice talking] Right now with the situation gettin' better So I'm doin' you things, holla [50 Cent] Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out Now piece by
dead or in jail Bill Clinton, hit this (here) and you better inhale Cause any MC that chooses to go against me is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me
yard funk the higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white russian get it by the block it ain't open for discussion I ain't touchin and puffin nothin give me
1. Come and listen for a moment, lads, And hear me tell my tale. How across the sea from England I was condemned to sail. Now the jury found me guilty
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead. Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy, I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by