running from I hear it coming ya'll But don't know where it's coming from It's gonna get me now Don't know how But it'll get me I think it bit me Don'
make it.. It's been a long road Sic-Wid-It Records [Master P & E-40] UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon, ooh) Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you) It
closed I knew that that was it The whole entire family spoke on his defense The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce And durin' all the singing I broke down
know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul) Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all (all y'all) I done seen niggaz fall, I done seen
You can't take me out, forget about it Killers in front of ya house, forget about it Y'all niggas don't want no war, forget about it I'll bring it to
say hoe, you just another stank hoe Trickin' on the dance flo', lookin' kinda slutty though I'm all about my money hoe when I bump on yo stereo And everywhere I go, it
This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare Prepare, get on your post and stand clear If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it We're highly
don't shed no tears (no tears) Just pass and die around here 'cause my heart don't shed no tears (shed no tears) I said My heart don't pump no fear (no
Hitting your face Spit in your face like pistol shit My style, wild like Wipple whip I go back like a pistol grip It's pro black, Kweli Downtown everybody
daily basis I be postin' it up Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it wit dub Give us a club six mane tearin' it up These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw
mother and workin it I know I'm only 24 up in this hoe but check it yo I was smokin before some of y'all was even startin to grow Some of y'all don
less fortunate, and had to hustle all my life Listening to people say, its gon be alright all my life I even got a lady that's been faithful, all my
Crisco Hitting your face Spit in your face like pistol shit My style, wild like wipple whip I go back like a pistol grip It's pro-black, Kweli! [Chorus
I think she's stallin, this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up Came all alone if it's on then it's on Where's my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam It
fight fam Pistol grip, pump chainsaw and a pipe here Y'all are pussy watered down like a light bare I don't run from it, I embrace it, I like fair Texas
she gotta have it, tryin to give it here, I won't have it, ya heard me fool, only cool dawg puttin it down, ain't gonna clown, while I'm smokin on
Pac] This go out to Cato, Mental All the niggaz that passed away To Geronimo.. (?).. all the down ass riders All the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers All