to start You probably think that it's too far to even have to care Well, take a look at where you live, what if it happened there? You have to know the
's a belt hanging over the door So you run to your room and you hide in your room Thinking how you can settle the score But it's a Saturday night and
Slugs put you in a coffin for life It's bug how they put you on ice For the love, the money ain't right Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night
Terror Squad cleaner Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you
You can dip you can slide You can duck you can ride you can flee I give a nigga, one test now it's one less That's how easily you can be eliminated Program
mission and guard your backs folks [Chorus:] I make you think you're a backstabber Why I oughtta Hit a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you
you know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knew that boy tha lean and fell on his head we comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble red you gotta
been waiting for We hold steady, steady on the step of door The type of you are matadors and matadors are capable Forgive the death and settle scores
want a war Bad jean, what you want to trade slugs with 'em for While you cuffin' em more, I'm stuffin' the jaw Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love
want a war Bad jean, what you want to trade slugs with ?em for While you cuffin? em more, I?m stuffin? the jaw Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love
when you think it stop na-na-na-nah-naaar Everything I speak is hot But bont be mad at least everything you speak is... I can't think of nothing nice
Look you got a problem with me? He said, ?Ya, I don't like the way you act Cars and jewelry and wavin' like you all that I'm not sweatin' you no matter who you are I didn't ask you
No matter how you bust, you ain't hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State
jump, how high you gonna jump? All you perpetrators be walkin' 'round frontin' What? You fakers afraid to stand for somethin'? If you're gonna run, how fast you're gonna run? And if you
, I guess we'll wait and see He's got a new Corvette he says It does a 120, he says He's got some catchin' up to do Some crazy scores to settle When
you You think he knows what you need But not a word he says is true When it's time to move in He is creeping 'round You think he respects you But he'll just drag you
from you Making me stronger Each time you think I?ve been beat Whatever you scatter, you reap But down deep Defeat me, shame and mistreat me All that I wish you
so get some on the flight And say your prayers John Henry Ford 'Cause we don't need your work no more You should have known the final score the day John
