, Wonder bread we can toast So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us Hey yo, I once was a kid with the other little kids Now I'm ripping up shows and them
it's on, you better get your shit and be gone Look, you niggaz play too much Mayne you need to pump yo' brakes Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging
You can pull the trigger or you can build you an ark My words are rather kind you keep them held in contempt Looking for a nine and then a droid you can
my head with your lilting effects Project your fears on to me, I need to view them See there's nothing to them I promise you there's nothing to them
target, dug you out in the lot kid tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas
when that money come, and i'ma have to handle them Man I don't trust none of them, why they bringin' and come with them, Why they come in a cop, f-ck
ain't know, gangstas and hoes go together Poppin' my collar, partna, who in the spot? Baby, rule in the spot In the mug and the watch, love me Half the hoes hate me, half them
men, trusted in the chariots dem' Leaning on horses, they run their intellectual sources Counterfeit wisdom creating the illusion of freedom Confusion consumes them Every word they speak it turns them
in light of my death Y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of Sambos Call me God's Son, with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey
it's God given Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty Truly my only duty is to dodge prison Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit
light of my death Y'all been all happy go lucky, bunch of sambos Call me gods son, with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like petey pablo
awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a dodge
killa We be the mighty warrior, black nigga killa, what's up? You ready to die? You think you can fuck with them thug niggas? Come on, tell me the truth
, gonna get-cha flossed' and out with a bang Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold where thugs are rollin up on bone and takin a hollow, dodging them
I see them bustas scatter Betta watch out for them buckshots 'Cause them can't fade me guage Gotta bust them souls in the grave So I'm buckin' them straight
'm in the hood, all them Watts, in the Bronx Where they cater all around the devil block Trouble not, I'm ready for 'em, *** they know I'm ready for them
[Chorus - Layzie Bone:] What you see is what you get, them bone boy's raw and we got chips, If ya'll act up we load them clips, put a target on that ass
