[Hook:] CRACK let me at 'em let me at 'em let me at 'em So I CRACK let me at 'em let me at 'em let me at 'em
Although about a million to this shit to be tooken out And for you fools who let us in good lookin' out Now let us make our doe don't want no one enfore this Lookin' out for all our niggas who support this And for you motherfucers waitin' for that break up The Bottom is creepin' to the top you better wake up Because an obstacle is not impossible We'll go over or crawl under like a rock-a-roach And don't you ever think you fools are gonna play us Because again not even Raid couldn't fade us I fought us in and now we goin' for that platinum Comin' back with album three you know we crackin' 'em
[Hook x3]
In 1983 we was upstate We wasn't thinkin' about parole we had x-dates I put the P into paper to free my mind Once a nigga get released I gotta get mine I never knew I had to struggle in this industry But stop rockin' the mic they said it couldn't be So in the meantime the inbetween time I kept writting in the hall where it's cold Cause I couldn't sto fight Five years later I hit the streets I found my niggas we got it together flowin' on T.V. We had to come up with some money cause the shit costs (Who broke it off?) My nigga G.T. and the motherfuckin' boss We made song after song for the bitches and the homies While y'all was at home lookin' at videos of the phonies Now the Bottom is comin' back with a killing flow So make room for a nigga on Death Row And let us...
[Hook]
[Talking:] Project kids three niggas living on the edge In other words we're damn near dead But hunters don't choke we go for broke And y'all thought it was over
They say it ain't over till the fat lady sings What that hoe don't know nothin' about the noise that I bring Let that hoe rock that note and I'm a killer her (kill her) If that snipe got hype off that Miller Tickin' like time bomb (BOOM) I'm dangerous straight up watch you motherfuckers can't fuck with us Come around and get beat down or either shot down In other words don't fuck around I'm stressin' to the max I'm stressin' to the max I knew I shouldn't of signed that motherfuckin' contract But all I wanted to do was put my voice on a track Never thought my album hit a flip flop fag A flip flop gag a flip flop fag They let a nigga for dead but we got against that They put me on a sound they put me on a sound They said I'm gonna rule but they already left So tackin' a rapper a nigga had no patience I'm crackin' motherfuckers with no hesitation
[Verse 1:] Fallin' in love ain't no joke Some praise dope like the Catholic praise the pope I'm looking at my life thrugh the hour glass How much longer in this world will I last Boostin' basein' one of the cops chasin' Big time I be facin' in need of a vacation Got hooked in a year, never kicked the habit First day on the streets i still had to have it (body and soul) Back on the scene a full fleded fiend Pull a scheme and get high by all means A quarter spoon a day is my medicene I ain't never had a high that was better than When I'm nodding drifting in my own zone I wanna be left all alone Some front like they high, but they ain't high The ultimate high is when you die
[Hook:] Please tell me why. I'm hooked on this dope. It's got me feeling out of control I can't deny (no no) that I need help It's taking over my body and soul body and soul
[Verse 2:] Being addicted to this dope makes me wonder Will it be another dose that'll take me under Or another dope fiend with the same habit Puttin' a knife in my back like a street savage And the road that I travel is a dark route From one stop to another then the jail house It seems that I'm waiting on my day to pass Methodul is what I'm on no I can't last (body and soul) As I withdraw dripped with sweat to make it through the night But trying to kick this freakin' habit is a strong fight I seen my girl overdose it's been 3 days Impuleses convulses send me in a daze I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone I know I gots to quit before my future unfolds This shit got the best of my body and soul
[Hook]
"Picture your dreams on a triple beam" "Don't underestimate the power of the bitches"
[Verse 3:] I'm lost and turned out, do anything for a fix Dying slow and can't seem to kick the habit Shot up so much dope I can't fing a good vein But when I ain't high my whole bodys in pain So everyday I'm searching for that dogs food A lost sould in the ghetto like a whirlpool In a shack with 5 other dope fiends Who got tracks damn near lower than a Soul Train And it's a shame cause all it took was one hit Straight to the vein now they got a nigga losin' it A true hustler having money turned junky I wanna stop but they say I can't shake the monkey Off my back, I even tried to go cold turkey But all it did was make me fiend more and mentally hurt me Quickly running out of time I got to watch the clock So on McDownly Street caught up in Gridlock'd
The path of the righteous man is besect on all sides by the inequities of The selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed, who in the name of the Charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak thru the Valley of Darkness, for He is truly His brother's keeper. And I will strike down upon thee with Great vengeance and FURIOUS anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy My brother. And you will know my name is the lord when I strike my Vengeance upon thee
[Makaveli] Let us pray my nigga, for we definitely have sinned
[Chorus:]
Keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga
[Verse 1:]
It's time for you to feel the real born ridahs Lowdown, Bustop and Flipside shotters Down for Johnny Clown cos they ass out-of-bounds Hit em up and lay em down Cos the shit y'all be doin, we done already done The war y'all tryin ta win, we done already won We ain't on the same place or the same foot From jackin to rappin, it's Steve Mack and the crooks From the eastside of Wotts, West Coast of the border Where the real gangbangers do them drive-by slaughters Off the lick and weed, cocaine mixed with speed Quick to pull a trigger, break ya down to your knees Motherfuckers kill for anything where I come from Sayin "Fuck tha police!" on them one-on-one's For me, I'm not a follower, I'm a leader I got this tailor-made, Paul bait Peter
[Chorus: x2]
Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga
[Verse 2:]
This ain't the life I chose, to be a hoss Stressed out, and stranded on Death Row But sooner or later, I knew it fall in our face And we don't give a fuck about you niggas cos y'all hate us You're haters, like the Gators, we ain't bustin our heads Puttin it down on this grass, yellin "Fuck the Feds!" Cos they don't wanna see us, they were nada (What you doin Flip?) Flipside checkin the hood, and our black girl's are hotter My grammar, is slender, rehearsed it, like Santa's Smokin Havana's, like Tony Montana In 1998, the world is ours As ghetto stars, [?]every matches and raches is cars[?] An eye for an eye, fuck with me and you will die It's '97, say hi to my one eye Brace AK when you see the D-K-K Or the T-T-P, we're off the way ????
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Under this black trenchcoat, I keep a fully for you bullies I'm comin for you first before you niggas try to do me Too many niggas died, loaded not, focussed high Reachin for a piece of that pie in the sky From the best to the worst, don't get caught up in drama The Grim Reaper revives and leave a message with your momma Revenge is set, I'm double back into the killers You know who they was, when hesitate to pull the trigger Your whole part is fraud, they tied you up with your kids Flashbacks on life and all the shit that'cha did Take nothin for granted, you're on this planet to win What goes around, comes around again and again Cos nowadays, you gots ta keep ya eyes open I bet this thang show you motherfuckers I ain't jokin Are niggas down for beef? For when it's time for war I'll be kickin down your motherfuckin front door
