All you sure ass *************s out here, got the game ****** up All this old friendly ass *************t, ************* Ain't nothing friendly about the mother******g game You understand me, if you listen I'ma tell you right Open your mother******g ears *************t, it ain't fair but somebody got to do it, know I'msaying [Black Mike] I came from underground, where my hood resigned Nothing left but the bad and ugly cause the good done died We tried laying low *************s want to cross them lines So when I'm saying so you getting bumped off this time ************* a throw away, I'm looking for the gun in your house To kill your family for some *************t they ain't know nothing about We running the south, while other *************s running they mouth If you smart, you'll take cover cause we come in your route Cause when we ride you could best believe there's guns in sight How many times mama cried cause her sons done died I pull my nine out, all of my barrels are fouled out So the bullets that I bust the feds don't find out Which gun, which *************, which figga points to the trigger man Still well connected not worried about who's the bigger man Z-Ro, my ************* man, Pharoah, the Killa Klan I'm Black Mike, Network for life, ain't no realer jam [Chorus] We make sure the dirty work get done Real gun, popping them although it weighs a ton Scratch makers, ************* we killers Aggravated guerillas, been pimping in this bicth for scrilla We make sure the dirty work get done Real gun, popping them although it weighs a ton Scratch makers, ************* we killers Putting heads on pillows ************* around and weep like a willow, we cap peelers [Pharoah] King shots, killer greed penn, money hard ************* to sleep, murdering a kingpin My composer, a soldier, you can call me one When it's time to ride you know I'm ready to activate my gun Straight head shots, toe tagged in a body bag And the outcome you stuck with, if I got to blast I'm coming to get you, pull your punk ass out the picture And fix the braids on your head, that means I'ma get richer P-H-A-R-O- A-H, now you know My mother******g name I never play fake Easy does it, do it easy when I execute To that ************* and the darkside when my weapon shoot Shoot again and feel like I just made boy With no evidence, to be found I remain calm Murdering edition, I make a mother****** disappear Slip the clip in, open fire then dripping him [Chorus] [Z-Ro] I put stitches in the general son of a ************* ************* when he bump up Running to the trunk for the pump, I'm already ready to dump I've been working dirty, knocking busters for being surety So I'm at your dome cussing like James, you ain't worthy Like a little old girly perpetrating a man Dude we taking over this ************* and here to demonstrate demands And ************* the down south gangsta R-A-P, 1990 Started with Street Military and K-A-G We toe tagging, body bagging, sagging and bragging ****** it up inflate it down, you damn shot and flipped the meat wagon So save me some son of a guns, when it's over We one of the ones on the top, haters smell it and running to come Trying to drop a dime on us, or trying to take us out After we deal with it we rap about it and then it make us hot ************* your crime rate and murder rate, running up on Houston Texas Well it be ************* y'all for trying to funk us on a burning day [Chorus x2]
All you sure ass *************s out here, got the game ****** up All this old friendly ass *************t, ************* Ain't nothing friendly about the mother******g game You understand me, if you listen I'ma tell you right Open your mother******g ears *************t, it ain't fair but somebody got to do it, know I'msaying [Black Mike] I came from underground, where my hood resigned Nothing left but the bad and ugly cause the good done died We tried laying low *************s want to cross them lines So when I'm saying so you getting bumped off this time ************* a throw away, I'm looking for the gun in your house To kill your family for some *************t they ain't know nothing about We running the south, while other *************s running they mouth If you smart, you'll take cover cause we come in your route Cause when we ride you could best believe there's guns in sight How many times mama cried cause her sons done died I pull my nine out, all of my barrels are fouled out So the bullets that I bust the feds don't find out Which gun, which *************, which figga points to the trigger man Still well connected not worried about who's the bigger man Z-Ro, my ************* man, Pharoah, the Killa Klan I'm Black Mike, Network for life, ain't no realer jam [Chorus] We make sure the dirty work get done Real gun, popping them although it weighs a ton Scratch makers, ************* we killers Aggravated guerillas, been pimping in this bicth for scrilla We make sure the dirty work get done Real gun, popping them although it weighs a ton Scratch makers, ************* we killers Putting heads on pillows ************* around and weep like a willow, we cap peelers [Pharoah] King shots, killer greed penn, money hard ************* to sleep, murdering a kingpin My composer, a soldier, you can call me one When it's time to ride you know I'm ready to activate my gun Straight head shots, toe tagged in a body bag And the outcome you stuck with, if I got to blast I'm coming to get you, pull your punk ass out the picture And fix the braids on your head, that means I'ma get richer P-H-A-R-O- A-H, now you know My mother******g name I never play fake Easy does it, do it easy when I execute To that ************* and the darkside when my weapon shoot Shoot again and feel like I just made boy With no evidence, to be found I remain calm Murdering edition, I make a mother****** disappear Slip the clip in, open fire then dripping him [Chorus] [Z-Ro] I put stitches in the general son of a ************* ************* when he bump up Running to the trunk for the pump, I'm already ready to dump I've been working dirty, knocking busters for being surety So I'm at your dome cussing like James, you ain't worthy Like a little old girly perpetrating a man Dude we taking over this ************* and here to demonstrate demands And ************* the down south gangsta R-A-P, 1990 Started with Street Military and K-A-G We toe tagging, body bagging, sagging and bragging ****** it up inflate it down, you damn shot and flipped the meat wagon So save me some son of a guns, when it's over We one of the ones on the top, haters smell it and running to come Trying to drop a dime on us, or trying to take us out After we deal with it we rap about it and then it make us hot ************* your crime rate and murder rate, running up on Houston Texas Well it be ************* y'all for trying to funk us on a burning day [Chorus x2]
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