Threat

[top pops off, can being shook, spray paint applied]
[Threat]
Im here to let you know that no ho plays me
I dont do crack cause Im already crazy
And we dont need no mo, psycho people
Guns dont kill people, people kill people
Havent you heard, theres a new sheriff in to-own
But one black chief cant calm us do-own
We floss em out wide, the nigga aint from our tribe
Not +Tribe Called Quest+, the tribe called West
Too legit to quit so tell the cops they can kiss my
young black ass cause Im out to get mine (youre gonna get yours)
Let it be known, to all, men, that roam the planet earth
that Allah come first
Livin in the L.A. Zoo you gotta be a warrior
Make sure you got a good lawyer
Get caught with a spear thats fifteen years
I hit the fence with my khakis and still they shootin at me
Tryin to kill us off like buffalo
Po-po cant have my life, or my soul, so..
"I dont give a FUCK you motherfuckin cops" [x3]
"BUCK and another BUCK and another BUCK, I dont give a fuck"
[Threat]
I keep my brownies im my pocket, I can pick it if you lock it
Im servin place your order got them fat fat quarters
Slangin aint my style, never was Mr. Fuzz
I dont drink suds, I pour em out for my loved ones
Every day is like, every day I gotta go through this
So, you can get the boot, and the motherfuckin fist
I aint bailin no hay so be all on your way
witcho whip cause that shit dont work on pimps and
hustlers and players and dragon-slayers
I got the bomb in my palm, how much
Cant stay in one spot, the heat get too hot
I gotta get another G, cause this ones on E..
Peep game, peep game, I let loose, I let loose
Now from the window from the roof, shoot nigga shoot
Thats for yo eye and yo sparrow, crack and roll my barrel
Just one click away from, blowin me a nig away
Serve him and its [?] lights out
"I dont give a FUCK, BUCK and another - I dont give a fuck"
[Threat]
Jumped on the beach cruiser with the pea shooter
With my homies on the handlebars, goin to handle ours
The homies had me all fucked up off that yack
Bust a U-turn to go back, I dropped my golf hat
Stopped and copped two forties, two paroles
Some niggaz started starin like they know me, damn
I only got two shells with me, but then
deuce-five get busy, where is he?
Hopped on the bandwagon got his pants saggin
New kid on the block fuck around and get mopped
Now thats the story, the fame and the glory
And tell that to them niggaz if they lookin for me
where to find me
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