slack for healing I bite my teeth down to keep from speaking I want to be brave come understand me this bullshit kills me come understand me so who's
it in here, we are them Take you back to the 80's around Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks
(intro) Yeah,Syndicate's in the house Yeah,Geto Boys in the house Yeah,Donald D's in the house Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the
the Ice is too clever Checkin G's Nigga please Ballin' since the 70's - yeah baby Now you niggas hate me Blew up in the 80's You can't be me motherfucker
Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two deep by Pelle Pelle Westside how they felly fell More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
s sniffing Yo, back to the massacre, bloods courted in Alaska Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured By Philli-stinians, lesson's on in this millenium 80
your door They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra There's science to the way we move, cock two's And walk through the club without
born I might still be emceein' even after you're gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so On and on
New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit We on fire up in here It's burning hot, we on fire Shorty take it off, if it get too
for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe New York niggaz got crazy game But outta town niggaz is all the same Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot That's because when it's
for 10-4's And when my pop's was sleep you snuck in the back door Baby boy, we've been down since junior high So when life gets hot in July it's the world
we all gotta struggle or strive And that's called survival It's vital nigga better know what to die for Living in the battlefield it's all about respect
a glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and yuk with the l-g in the makin' It's
's like show biz We stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused I keep 20 in the pocket You talk a buck 80 if the Bentley
s And, make a few ends while I breeze through The late night shift on some late night shit While ya momma ain't home [Verse 2] My mercedes sittin on AMG's Squeeze three 80's
they brain And psychologically that shit's insane Now that's crazy, a function of raisin the crack babies Sell it back to them cats freebasin back in the 80's
*****s who slipped Became prisoners, treats taped to the visitors You already know what the business is Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this **** ****** wanna bring the '80s back That's
indeed Ladies and gentlemen, we are on our way, and just in time for Vicki Eydie's South Sea Adventure! Ahh, the South Sea's, The South Sea's, where