up in the hizzle Fo' shizzle bizzle, here we go again Freshly dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find some zest Psyche, we like the bomb, somebody
Rapper slash actor Kiss the crack on my cracker slashed ass They took away my right to bear arms What I'm posed to fight with bear palms? Yeah, right They coming with bombs
step Kill music with no hands and leave with no weed stuff Like my bitches better when they wore Reebok's See hot, let's have a toast, I verbally bomb
soldier radio) Brothers and sisters, this is not a test I've been asked by Public Enemy leader Chuck D To make this emergency announcement The police
then strip 'em naked Put 'em on the streets 'n make sure the police hate 'em And feed the public phony information on the evening news Kids may bomb police
is Twiztid, 2nd Hand Smoke You be the judge Phat or Wack? Free your mind I represent the East side, no peace Fuck the police We tell you to increase
IBM compatible Techniques are foreign Far from being borin' My style is hard like cancer without mccorman I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb
tester, drop it on his apparatus Clientele, I seen em' comin' and I seen em' gone Sweaty palms itchin' with them high beams on And when ya movin' too much niggas be gettin' jealous They see police
peace and the police, my ambitionz az a ridah I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me My amibitionz az a ridah Got the police
don't kill people, it's just rap Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police
is killas in my home Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street I ain't no thief, I'm just tryin to eat Man fuck the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa
on you I will shit I'll shit on you Girl you know I'll shit on you Bitch or man I'll shit on you I will shit (Swift aka Swifty McVeigh) I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin bombs
da, da I'll shit on you, I will shit I'll shit on you, girl, you know I'll shit on you, bitch or man I'll shit on you, I will shit I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin' bombs
and calm, we had it under control We had blueprints to the bank from roof to floor My nigga Paul had them yawks and bullet-proof vests Juicy dropped off the 600 the get away
the NAZI Kickin' in the doors for your shit Never ever hesitate Stay about my profits bitch I don't give a fuck about What you sayin' the police
It's 2:00 A.M. and the neighbors are jumpin' Mr. Cray threatens to call the police He jumps out of bed, hits his head Now you got something to really
'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! YOU'RE A MANAGER! I THINK IM GOING TO CALL THE BOMB DISPOSAL UNIT, AND HAVE THEM TAKE THIS DAMN THING AWAY!!! Furby: Oh-h... I'm
the life for me Shooting people by day, selling drugs by night Being a gangster is hella tight. I walk around town with a stark erection, then gave your mom a yeast infection I saw the police
