crime is what I live for Got rhymes galore next time it's at the Wu store If you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate All you sober MC's, I leave
wit me I had a dream nigga to stack money and live grand big house by fha main line wit views by tha city line people at the gate got buzz u in
on the plate Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know Servin' thangs at school,
never) The murder rates is increasin', and we decreasin' (You can never) So at the same time, when you play with guns When you play with guns, son (
1] look up its a full moon the sound of the winds blowin, and you dont know you bout to get killed but i been knowing, the nights still young i mind
niggas starve, give obese niggas food The nerve of you tellin' me I dont deserve to stay here When you gave us drugs and guns, you put AIDs here Take a look at
I do what I gotta Survive I might not be around in '95 See I was taught young to be strong and just strive So nowadays we packing guns We racking grimy
with to whores, a Benz with two doors 32 carrots in the traws, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns I carry the glock, Tony carry
not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse] See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
Scrub blood off the AF1 fifty two pick up first degree Some toddler's smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries Dog, there's a fucking baby at
files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik You can't be SE-RIOUS We created this drama shit, we set the trend We taught you niggaz bout diamonds and guns
stubbin, chrome couple in the duffle .357 long-nose potatoe muffle Nigga stayed in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubble Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in puddles At
funds for my mother Dina Rustee Jux-man, Brooklyn mercenary Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary The pack that run with me, attack with guns swiftly My young
,points a Glock to my fuckin head I grab my pillow,crack the back window pull out the tre-8,bust three times at the gate LORD have mercy!The devil tryin
born as ghosts The gates, guns and alarms shape the calm of the dawn Peering down into the basin where death lives on Where young run foaming at the
lay you and take you to an ill place Where the doe at? They know you ballin, 'cuz you deal weight You better show that, nigga where the safe is at while
our way through the midst of the night Taking the life from young souls Marching our armies prepared to fight The cities all laid destroyed Machine guns
starve give obese niggas food THE NERVE of you telling me I don't deserve to stay here When you gave us drugs and GUNS you put AIDS here! Take a look at