black music, I don't do white music I make fight music, for high school kids I put lives at risk, when I drive like this I put wives at risk with a knife
You don't think I'm packed to pump cause I'm out of the hood That's a stereotype like everyone that's black can jump I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done Cop
Whoever's next to step is knifed in broad daylight Don't try to run, you'll get blocked off I got spotted by a cop, so now that cop is knocked off If
dead Run with killers that sick in the head Unless you missing what's said Start nailing and pissing in bed I pistol the Feds Slap cop top notch The only
up! Say what, say what Just roll up! What's the hold up unload and reload up. Hellfire....Handle the hill? shellfire Kill quiet like a knife on the front
center Debut '93L.P told you to enter Punk faggot niggaz stealin' my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife
shit bags Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels Renaissance I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies Cop killers
do about it? What you gonna do about it man? {*police sirens*} Bring it any day! [Killah Priest] This is madness, niggas runnin up the block, duckin shots Cop
died Bandaged by wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride Guns out the window slide Before me now the city cries (U-God) One cop's weakness Was
Nineteen ninety, Chubb Rock jumps upon the scene With a lean and a pocket full of green The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top But Robo Cop
day, you could hear the sirens All the cops crooked like who you people jivin' Head shots, shoot between the eyes And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin' Knife
m so deep they see the pain in my eyes when I'm sleep I made a vow to the streets at a very young age That I would always use my knife and I would let
a few dudes doin' life bids in jail And they way smarter then the white kids in Yale But that how life is and that how the gun and the knife is It's
thinkin' life's a joke And his mama just had a dream that he might get smoked But he don't give a fuck, he been through the best wars Knife to knife,
THE BONE!) I ran into a restaurant, busted into the kitchen Workers on my ass and the cooks, they was bitchin' A hero blocked the door, I grabbed a knife
ya pass How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass? How many times will my neighbor beat his wife? Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife
to the Day Room, a fight in progress A brother got sliced and diced over nonsense D.O.I., dead on the island The life the knife the price, for wigga
Oh, runnin' for your life by the knife You're runnin' from your wife, yipes You should've stuck with home 'Cause your mind's to blow your dome It was