Well, it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me, cause all we
Wanted was harmony, been bombing em
Yell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level
They can't stop me and pop me
Nigga, they got me? Fuck no
Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test, bullet, yes, declare war
Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the cause
And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine
Fuck them niggas, it's on
All y'all fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me
Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me
Lord, looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, don't sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga believe
That I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me
And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland
And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk,
Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk.
Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men,
‘Cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend.
Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha monthTo get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get upWake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha monthTo get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up
Hey my nigga we havin' a wonderful day and I won't fuck wit me, why?'Cause it's the 1st of tha month and now we smokin', chokin', rollin' bluntsAnd sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin' come come we got the blessed rumFrom jumpin' all nights we highHit up the block to where? East 99I get wit my nigga to get me some llelloDouble up nigga what you need?,,,,
Holdin’ the gauge on the ladies slayed ripsta slit like back in the days;
Yes Flesh put ‘em to rest,
Let’s test.
Feelin’ the pain runnin’ this gang insane
To the brain runnin’ the same stuff doin’ them everyday thangs.