mind I told you not to jump the gun She said think about it Think about it I told you not to jump the gun, she said I told you not to jump the gun She
evil armies of Shaton don't play So the family stick together and we never betray We used to jump rope but now we gun hope Bustin' shots off of project
fi look, some a fi stare, some a fi jump, some a fi cheer From Halfway Tree right back to Madison Square Busta Rhymes back in here coolin wid di chandelier
[W.C.:] Twist the cap back and turn it up and Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me Smellin' like ooh-
heroin from Boca Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen I'm back
heroin from Boca N-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen I'm back
poor and I don't know why Too much, too many people, too much Too much, too many people, too much! A man's on a ledge, says he's gonna jump People
And it's hard to go back to work, when your lunch breaks finished ? before, so it's a fact I support Feeling the warm sun rays, upon your back as you
staring at your sister, I'll tell you this You know for only thirteen, she got some big tits After that, your dad will try to jump again And only this
all against you Hatin on you, the bitches and niggas sayin you wack When everything you got workin is play in the back Go back to crack Go back to sprayin
the Motel 6, where them hoes sell bricks [Sample of female singing in background Overlaping] Killa Dipset! [Chorus] [Cam'Ron and (Juelz Santana)] Jump! Back
my calls Like the other day, Young Love called me from school She answered and hung up, arguments was brung up For a hot second, hit me with tears, somethin not expected Stared
ride the Coney Island vacation This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine And then I jump
a deep breath, put a gun against my head Pulled the trigger, click, should've been eatin' lead But I wasn't, I was naked in John Frost Square Mothers on pushchairs stopped an' stared
Gotta Mac-10 and you ain't even bust back And your boy got hit in the back What type of nigga is that That's why I stay in all black Get the Mac and go back
leaned over and put the gun right to her head (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and
niggaz in the back all tread out Throw the heat out Ready to stop all beef out Play me, maybe you will catch more gravy kid We ill in the back feeling
bust a U-e I jog To my building -- come out later wearin camouflage See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men Niggaz gaspin for airtil they move no more and just stare
