Intro: Grand Puba Brand Nubian baby, here to flip it againAnd you know it don’t stop until the party endsSo get your hands up high, if you feel me replyCos you know these brothers here we keep it extra tight Verse One: Lord Jamar Look, listen and observe, it took precision to connectThe words of
Well, there’s mad gangs, but only one got controlWherever they roam, from north pole to south poleIce cold with a vice hold on all crimeThey gettin paid even if they shit is small timeAll your dimes’ll get took, yo watch them sling (?) them thingscause they nothin but a gang of crooksThings look like they’ll
[Grand Puba]Uhh.. yeah.. then they sayProbable cause (uh-huh) probable cause (yeah)You don’t have to break no lawsThey say probable cause (probable cause)Probable cause (yeah) probable causeYou don’t have to break no lawsThey say probable cause (word) Now who’s this nigga in the 4.6?About twenty to five, got a truck full of chicksJust leavin the disco,
[Sadat X]Aiyyo Jamar I got a girl that’s bad! (uh-huh)But she don’t understand my ways.. (why’s that?)Arguin days after days after days.. [Lord Jamar]Well I can dig itSee I done had some fly onesBut they try to get just that, thought I’d like to chase the catBut I’m not a Dog, God is who you’re
[Starr]I’ll keep, holding onI’ll keep, holding on! [Lord Jamar]Young black male, twenty-five years of ageMany-a-lives didn’t survive to this stageCause the rage of another brother got him poppedShot him and he dropped, like a beanbagMean motherfucker with a rag and some jeans that sagThey signify your death by crossin out your tagThen they go and
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