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Lyrics
I come out my crib Walk out on the block it¹s hot Yo there¹s a black car parked on the corner hot boys Tnt be creepin, while niggas be on the side Of the soda machine sleeping Word up kid, they seen what you did In the car parked way down the block with binoculars That¹s what they got. Helicopters parked out on the roof 10, 000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proof You know what this is That all y'all, get on the wall y'all Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all Or you take a mean bad fall y'all Tnt they be playin for keeps Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep. Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do If you get caught by our muthafuckin crew Shot 41 only hit 19 They need target practice, that¹s what it seems to me Ally al is sharpton dan a tack I¹ma be like ally al and fight ya back What, do you want to go to war, you want war? Do you want to go to war, you want war? I¹ll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish Cuz i can do that shit g F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see. To the highest degree times 3 That¹s what you get fuckin with my family Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots Shootin at oj Don¹t know if he did it Racist mutherfuckers mad cause they ain¹t with it The police get out the car searchin for nuthin If you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthin That¹s fucked up, the way they play dirty Lock em up in jail until he¹s past thirty They don¹t give a fuck about you They don¹t give a fuck about me I¹m past thirty three Word is born, born is my word I got you before my word fails Fuck whatcha heard I keep it real, you never catch me fakin When it comes down to money that¹s what i¹m making Don¹t try and take my shit yo, i know lex yo I¹ll have a fit yo I¹ll turn the whole mutherfuckin block on you yo And that leaves you with nowhere to go Secretly by the police you was hired You my favorite customer i didn¹t know you was wired A nik on the ground, covered by my feet Ay yo rah get the heat Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:18
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 97 BPM