hoe My gun from out a town and make you change your state of mine hoe [Chorus:] It's clap on, clap off in this bitch Don't let make turn off your own
signs hoe My gun from out a town and make you change your state of mine hoe [CHORUS] Its clap on, clap off in this bitch Dont let make turn off your
hood they see what's hood and know who I be From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be From state to state they cannot hate, they know who
I can't let them (No) You will never step out of line and come out your face Cause you don't want to see these guns come out the waist It'll be weeks before your
like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo) Only reason you in my face ma'am Is cause i got the same mic/mike stat Jordan had on the "Space Jam" [Paul
, not the real talk but Fab in a leer, right now, im dead close I aint braggin I swear, (Ah ha, Ah ha) cause im a hustler, I eat like im suppose, Fab
a waste of time Our future - is a madhouse and we all are movin' in Our world - needs some action cause there's nothing left to gain Take your baggy
: [Music: Hansen / Lyrics: Hansen, Scheepers] In the morning your try to recover But you still got the red in your eyes Then you get up and look at
nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt [Raekwon] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact
the time they find this shit out I'm in a different state In a different zip, different whip, different plates Wait! I put the heater to your head You G Unit Ninja Turtles cause your
Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard You know them Bentley bound, {?} down, wild Hummer chicks That wanna take the car, cover up your
these niggaz'll die fo' Bossed out, camouflage under my vest B Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis Rule #1, keep your eye on your cash flow Cause rule #2 will get rid of your
State your name gangsta) Cassidy, nigga (Where you representin'?) Philly, Pennsylvania (You gon' hold it down?) You already know [Cassidy] The streets wave their head cast, cause
I suffer Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors I seen it all through the Range tints Got niggas doing life in the state
niggaz start dyin Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin Payback come through violent, nigga We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause
what you think is right, but who are you to criticise Your narrow mind has left you in a moral state of imaginary grace Your cause has lost it's taste
go! punk ain't no religious cult. punk means thinking for yourself. you ain't hardcore cause you spike your hair. when a jock still lives inside your
talk and disputes (1: 6) Instead guard your flock and show 'em how to walk in the truth Don't ever let anybody despise your youth (4: 12) Be an example through your