hood let you grow from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step My homie buried at
a thug 'til six niggas carry me Death is on the trigga so pull it I can't take it no more, nigga, I'm losing it [Chorus] [Spice 1] Shit was talking
the water flows I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it
Thug Life, lickin shots Til I see my niggaz free on the block But no it ain't easy, hahahah Til I see my niggaz free, on the block, oh It ain't easy
read the paper there's another lie They show my picture for the crimes of another guy Now how's that for the life of a big shot A dead cop, a law suit
All the things I did Wishin' someone held me but they never did. I can't take it will I make it to my older age? Before I'm shot up or locked up in
another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another
t know this was tha wrong street Bang bang, down another casualty But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality Who do you blame? It's a shame because tha
thirteen shots, and pop another clip I bring luck, my Glock's like a fuckin mop The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped And even cops got shot
you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We
't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Busta, I hit 'em up [Verse 3: 2Pac] Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penintentiary steel
they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it [Chorus
Intro] This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put
G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! [50 Cent] It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks But the eagles I got own sixteen shots
me And whoulda even knew that, who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them God damned darts at me It's true that I got shot
, I got enough That kind that make you choke, everytime you take a puff Them real playaz chief it, nothin but ballers keep it You could smell it on my clothes so it
McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby Yeah, its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw It's the Pure Uncut, raw we keep it raw - listen... [DMX] Niggas I
another bitch (Uh-huh) And on the spot make her eat another bitch (Ha ha) Let's take it Down South (Let's go) Let's take it Midwest (Come on) I know where