I keep it gully like a Cali general running the streets, ya freeze when I speak Who's keeping score got juveniles in the morgue, while killas winning awardsĪnd steady and praising the Lord, they cheer and roarĮgo tripping has gotta stop, gotta shine and rhyme in his name instead of hip-hopīefore we decide, genocide isn't only in war This how we raise the little children of America to grow up and be criminal, rapist, and bomb terroristįrom the second they're born, innocent but tornīetween these 2 worlds fighting for souls, like tug a war When they shake they hips sick wit them chain and whips it getsĮven worse, truth hurts, don't be mad at me, I ain't the one getting paid enhancing they anatomyĪnd gradually, they rotten out like bad cavities, then periodically prostituting and armed robberies Suckas surfing the internet trying to find kids for sex, and placing betsĬredit card fraud is next, they write them checks for chicks on em porno flicks I'm out to change all the images in our villages, and all the religious criticisms from church citizensĪlways pointing, judging, shrugging ya shoulders at the adulterers, fornicators, and cobrasīut never question our culture, Biggie prophesied ready to dieĥ0 took 5 and got rich and Pac's mamma still crying It's soon to be all over, I crossover barriers of hate and racism plus I bring the Cross over To make em put down tha cannons, I'm standing for unity in rural communitiesįilled with darkness and cruelty, where men get woman paid off of nudity Like an addict, I'm the magnet pulling these Asiatic and Hispanics bandits When it comes to this phonographic magic, I gotta have it On kick drums, and leave rappers like victims from big gunsīetter panic, cuz I'm charismatic and automatic

It's the Nicaraguan son of Big Pun, who flip tongs Top of tha world, but you down in tha pits, ma Up in tha strip clubs stacking em chips, no

Ya coming up but going down wit tha ship, broĪnd all tha ladies that be shaking they hips, oh To all the playas popping off at the lip, ohįronting the street game like you a pimp, no We murdered them all, Pac and Biggie there ain't here anymoreīetter do something, sound the trumpet, cuz' I'm goin to war How many more women you find to pimp, and gangstas we gonna cap Call me the Moses of rap, taking it back to tha days when this artifact

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