see it, and if you stunt, you clap Catch em in the club, thats when I stomp em flat Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat I tell you bout this
talk Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up So they could stand side by side again and live it up This might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
tie lookin'?, You ready?, Let's go. (The Game) When I see Lloyd Banks it's goin', (down, down) If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, oooh well) Automatic
regardless of the trumped up charges And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge Post-traumatically scar kids that try to be brave Because niggaz backstab each other just to try to get
spit germs When you come shot on Big Worm You gets burned Punks don't get turned, they get done And get sun, come get some The last victim lye in a ditch
s player So who are you playa? Y'all awaited the true savior Puffin' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital Throw up
shoes. New coop, no top, big tennis shoes. Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool. We don't get rid of Q, We get rid of fools. They said
verse at core, for what you thought before Steppin up into a zone you should never explore The next level or, level of the whole conceptor Verse One: Check it, rappers Get
intend it Class is in session, you might get suspended (shhhh) if you don't shut the FUCK UP and listen for a minute I been in it for life, with two kids
whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0 Some semi-automatic for static's the motto spitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado [Chorus] [Bizarre
lured into corners by the peer pressure shit How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow Bet suburban kids
automatic weapons look like TI crib Vinnie fat, you?ll never see my ribs I don?t call it loading bullets, I refer to it as feed my kids All I think about
(feat. Black Thought, Ghostface Killah, Trife Da God) [sample] One two, one two, one two, one two So you wanna start up, what we gonna tear shit up?
I'm ridin' for chips like on time on motorcycles And for looters to get trifle I'm like a chink on a Slason swap meet roof with two automatic rifles