Laissez nous faire et laissez nous dire Ce que l'on a sur le coeur Laissez nous le faire en douceur Le dire avec des fleurs C'est un bouquet de
beef My Fendi knits be 3X so you can't see whats tucked underneath And I might not even drop Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop
: [?] pop the bottles now, [?] It's about to go down! Light is gonna go down! It's about to go down! You're so beautiful, beautiful And this is why
niggas can't tell me nothin. Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz n the Hood, whoever thought Gangsta Rap would make noise in the hood, when the cars ride by with the boomin system
the gun [*fires*] and cold-iced him And I'm a victim of society I got societal ills It's harder to pay bills than pop pills They send a brother off to
a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never
up Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right When I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the system
: My glock pop from blocks you can feel it g-g-g-g-g-g, it's the muthaf-ckin unit! my shit knock for blocks, you can hear it g-g-g-g-g?its the muthaf
: My glock pop from blocks you can feel it G-G-G-G-G-G, It's the muthafuckin unit! My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it G-G-G-G-G...Its the muthafuckin
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop
I got cash Man I tell ya'll women Playin the game, worthin children to make a livin She don't need a 9 to 5 cause she work in the system, bitches Grind
music plays on, plays on) It won't stop, thug music plays on (plays on) I wanna holla, I need to talk to the world The system haters, even though sometimes
hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head Huh!/In your head A hole in the head, a hole in the head Verse Two: B-Real Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin
Every step that I take - a rock might knock me over! [Chorus: B-Real] Strike - the match! - Sparks - the flame! It starts - the fire that burns down the system
shit's the bomb Xxplosive.. ..for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack mo' than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin on Chronic in yo' system
for hardcore goons The rest of y?all scared It?s that radioactive green chronic in the blunt music Brooklyn homie run up and pop you with a gun music
: I'm a creator of terror berserk teens no escape from the toxic traits Pop ya face storm 'em with madness and blind faith The angel of death read between
my people for experimentation And if doesn't play hip hop then fuck your radio station [Hook] [Sample of Malcolm X] "Revolutions overturn systems, revolutions destroy systems