Pack And We Run The Club Boppas Move To The Front Suckas Move To The Back Dj Spin Just Watch It Crack L-Dot-Smith Get It Crackin Ryan Broke Out Yea The Pack
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pray And thank God for another day Yes, homie, it's rough down here I gotta watch my back 'Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own
whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk Never near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout It's no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme 'Cause it's my thing, packed
business fool, the microphone of doom Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps Peelin' your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps You try to run, that makes it
Get your money, whip ya hair Executive branch blow my smoke like a player Yeah, in the club, yes, it cracks Cute little mama, but they stack with backs
hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breakin' my heart on the streets so Watch the phonies, watch ya homies We pop, pop, drop you homey Cot damn, it
many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees It goes three, three, two, two, one, one MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like Ladies
it I'ma see you again It's a small world You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow It's a small world Watch what you
die when the King say die You can race it but you can't shake it, stop trying Try to hide it, cause you can't face it but you're born dying God, please
take life but I still gotta watch the law It's bad enough, I watch the next G but even worse I gots to watch the motherfuckers who protect me They fuckin' packin
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move and it's a up north trip I got the powder, combine wit' the powder and water, it oughta Drop in a half and hour in the form of oil, watch the cocaine
the ?lac down Konvict?s got the whole thing packed now Step in the club, the wardobe intact now I feel it, don and crack now Ooh I see it, don't let
But every different day a different black man dies Shorty momma tripping' off a crack man high Now he watching TV, loving the bad guy (You know) pit bull watching
And served it, from all the days I heard mama's curses Now I put it in verses, it was worth it Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack Whatever
you wit it? You ain't got shit to say less you did it You ain't never came from nothin' and blew wit it (But) Who did it? (Yep) I did it YB, that's the
