Letras
Bless to the brothers (Yeah son)
That are R.I.P. (Word, word)
Know what I'm sayin'?
To my man Boot Bang
To my man Harry O
To my man Ray Phil
To my man E
Word up
Stay strong my young black brothers
Times about to end boy
We gotta take it from '95 to 2G
New York style, ghetto style
2000 And on baby
Live
Throw your hands in the air
Word to mother
Word up
From Jump Street I thump beats, that's bangin' in the street
See now my cypher's complete
I got each of my brothers on my side right and left
Who's next to flex? I give more thrills than sex
Microphone is like a loaded MAC
Who's that there that's tryin' to hold us back?
I don't think so, we attack the premises
I'm like your nemesis, devils better remember this
Yo, the G-U-R-U of the Gang can always hang
I'll string you out, with the dope that I sling
And you can't touch it, when I'm goin' off
And crazy shouts, to my niggas up north
Although you're locked down, you're still on my mind
So rewind selector, rewind, rewind
I'm kickin' shit off my dome
I puff the chalice with the dread
Feel the steel, the real, the chrome
Me and my fam take this rap shit serious
New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this
Me and my fam take this rap shit serious
New York to L.A., and you niggas best to fear this
Ayo spark up the mic, little shorty on some wild shit
I'll pull your file, walk down the streets without a smile kid
Shit is gettin' hectic, I'm packin' a MAC-10
Niggas wanna check it, I'm thirsty for action
'95 Shit is real, gotta pack my steel
Just in case a nigga try to kill me, chill
I ain't goin' out like that, I bust enough caps in backs
And other niggas they be fakin' jacks
Best what to back up, before you get smacked up