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I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) There's a demon inside a me can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) Can I kill it (hell naw) [DJ
Come on, yeah, come on Break it down now, Mr. DJ Would you play ah, yo, yo, yo Hey yo, Mr DJ would you please flip the beat on I got so much to say I
Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop Your
you payin Just spendin, hold a watch and a chain But can't offer your children a thang What the hell is goin on in your brain? We gon' turn it out [
started I don?t wanna hurt nobody Duck Down niggers, Take that,ahhh Mr. Combs is in the building I?ll take your bitch ,Ill crush your building Fuck it I?ll give her children
{*DJ Premier scratches children laughing and yelling*} [Chorus: Guru] Riot act, this is where we really prepare Riot act, out here we show no fear RIOT
[ verse 1: grand wizard dj ready red ] Can you take it? how can I be strong When I see many things in the world is wrong? You know the love in the hearts
he kept his dirt in the street And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin black because he just got your death, put on a contract Another sucker
Mr DJ would you please flip the beat on I got so much to say I need two mics to speak on You been pre-warned that if the path that ya be on Is leading
[DJ Premier scratches children laughing and yelling] [Chorus: Guru] Riot act, this is where we really prepare Riot act, out here we show no fear RIOT
the magic word I'm stabbing your nerves with the pens that's in your pocket protectors Blocking you set, knock your head right off the top of you neck
inside Then they call that livin Well I say... [x2] Smile for the camera Smile for the camera While they take your children Smile for the camera While we rape your
I can add your fuckin' name on my list! All you WestCoast DJ's check your wrists If you skiddad the big fish to your playlist! Now - enemies of this industry
your house Now your all alone With a bunch of killers in an empty building Should have listened to this song before you left your wife and children Pay
that's for real And I ain't just running my mouth Once them bullets start ripping I bet your click run to your house Now your all alone With a bunch
