roll Family transportin', guns stashed in truck flow Real talk dog, I hit real hard One swing knock a motherfucker block, slam off (Slam off) Hit him in the part where he talk
girls are shoutin' Haters hate, but it alright if it's a race then we won Took some years, to get here, now mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun
culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun
intend for the wicked to rule the world Say God did not intend for the wicked to rule the world God did not intend for the wicked to rule the world And
Yeah niggas, yeah Uhh, that?s what I?m talkin ?bout right here niggas That?s what I?m talkin ?bout right here gotti This what I needed, nigga This the
venom will leave my mark I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a white man he said (Over) "Yo, Starks! You're surrounded, put down your gun, look at the rules
murder them, murder them... pussy, I just murder them [Chorus] [R.A. the Rugged Man] I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer I'm a hoof flat top rule, in
, find, it?s just a matter of time Talk your shit and get some balls to back it Plague, Hellyeah coming with a vengeance Victim, by a weak little man with a gun
ass season Coming to a hood near you Everybody know what happen when you see me coming (Blacka!) I be hurdling and got you regurgitating And murdering everything gun
and the law and shit And I'll probably get shot for being a wild nigga You'll probably get shot for being a foul nigga Let's talk about slugs and the
it do, nephew (Where Brooklyn at?) Uh, turning it out, run in your house Gun in your mouth, ***, quit running your mouth They talk about it, we all
t I tell you don't fuck with me, huh? Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me, huh? Look at you now, huh? Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh? Bitch
and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches We keep on coming while we running for yah jewels Steady gunning keep on busting at them fools You know the rules
rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge 'All rise' This gun
this ash off the dutch on the roof of your Benz My lil' man been runnin' since the shootin' begin Y'all niggas talk about cases of Crist I talk about
fan is known to be hit with shit Rubber band flows that snap back in place Rap in they face, get this motherfucker outta here He talks way way way
is hell and everybody dies What about these niggaz I despise, them loud talkin' cowards Shootin' guns into crowds, jeapordizin' lives Shoot 'em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to realize Follow the rules