t step in the fuckin ring, that's how the shit go When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out! Well that's what Tupac gon' do When niggaz come
's how they see us Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards We human beings They leaving us inside this hell-hole Just waiting to fail so they tell us That's what
wall or takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle Me
in tha came it's a steady aim fuck friends cause when in danger those niggas change puff weed and stuff G's in my sock G call Ki's and Hennessy where
talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro'); Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that's what
wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People [Madd Rapper] (chorus) For real yo you know what I'm sayin? Niggas got to get stuck up that's
Takin' planes to Atlanta where they throws them bows and Pull up in Rovers baggin' the finest hos man Takin' pictures with bitches in designer clothes and Niggas schemin' cause everybody's
look at me [Chorus] He's a democrat He's republican There's a fight and a race who's gonna win Put your differences aside man if you can Cuz there's
at me [Chorus:] He's a democrat He's republican There's a fight and a race who's gonna win Put your differences aside man if you can Cause there's way
up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm
[Chorus 2x] (What about us?) What about my niggaz still out on the street? (What about us?) What about my partners doin' time? (What about us?) What about
the young don's been gone Who else you gon rol wit The future is me Only young'n that's movin units Is um... me Young Ali Float like a butterfly Get up
stop this Yo, yo, yo What have dem have di juvenile a practice Yo, yo, yo Mr. jacket and tie siddung inna yuh office [Chorus:] Now who's gonna tek di
don't you put your laundry basket in the back And sit up front, not askin' it's a trap You just got jacked and body snatched and it's a rap In broad day
sick Plus it's my third leg make 'em throw fits I don't trust 'em nor love her - that's some bullshit! Ol' girl pregnant, now she's headed to the delivery
Yo you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin slugs (what?) I'm the hottest shit in the