believe, don't believe Don't believe in police, sir On all fours, on all fours, on all fours On all fours, on all fours, on all fours
There's equal spaces between the hurdles and steeple chases So I don't go around blowing smoke in people's faces Rather than acting like a pest to your
I see them when they go To their hole museum See them eating on all fours Nostalgia rusting in Long forgot and never been Slippin' in and out of time
you can" Well I've watched as blind eyes turned away again And seen iron wrought convictions as they've bent Want to believe that it's not on your hands
She's got a little book She thinks it tells the truth Easy answers so simple she can't refuse It's disengenous, just like the smile on her face Somewhere
set a precedent Never too late to recreate So here's your evidence The hand, the furnace, the straight face The hand, the furnace, the straight face (The hand
I mean, I ain't choppin' no bars just risin' like cream If you diggin' the scene, you feelin' the vibe Throw your hands in the air, scream are you alive
' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me If you are my homeboy, you'll never have to pay me Go on and put your hands up when times is hard, you stand
out spoken still They not sure it'll work But their all hopein' He'll Emerge the victim My words are pictures And yes the colors so loud that u heard my scripture With four
gone to heaven now The fact that I'm with Webster is hard enough to get my head around She's as hard as AC DC, she gets my thunder struck She's a star, a four
, too tight out of a big ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand
tell, across Exxon by the shell Sense of urgency on the cell We gon' pick you up when ya flight land, we in a tight jam Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand
yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [Verse: B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna
bitch I'ma sleep when I die We count money all day, why you think my hands hurt know I can't serve a nigga that, that my man's work you aint a four
so wrong, wrong Bless my lips with your Sunlandic kisses Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me While our hands explore each other's human vessels Oh you know, like four
If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more There's nothin' else to do but to go to war Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four Roll down the
my amps and my Mossberg pump Because when I pull it most niggers run Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x8) (verse four
