"Oh yeah it is "
"Colour is not important "
Lick a shot
Comin' at ya
Zippedy do da zippedy hey
Cried oh my wanna get that punk with my AK
And get on the way
On a mission puffin' on a fat a** jay
Prude You can't hang
Flash back on the skills when I used to bang
On the corner
I'll warn ya
Gonna roll on ya
Hit ya with a golden rule
Don't turn your back on the street
When I hit that corner feel the concrete
If ya push that by like nothin'
Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden
Blastin' at these fools with a passion
Look at the Glock when it's time for some action
Let the gatt hummm
So I let the gatt hummm
Wake up it's stormin'
Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin'
Cats an' dogs
Pigs in a wagon
Lookin' for the Afro - one that's saggin'
An' f**ked down too
Don't let your punk a** try me
Gonna take more
Then you better call your backup team
And wait for the crew
I'm the one flippin'
Keepin' the clip
On my hip an'
Just watch your back if you're slippin'
Where did that 22
When the bullet past through my lung
I've lost my breath I'm winded
I've been hit by a slug that wasn't intended
I hear thunder
If a ni**a like me's goin' under
Take a number
Had a bad dream
Woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
This pine box
Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx
Critical bell rings
Snapped out the dream
What the f**k's up with the funny red beam
Pointin' at me
I got no strap G
What now: gotta duck they're gonna gatt me
Bam I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from
***Lyrics are from third-parties***
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