looking at the next man like step up bitch 'Cuss if it's going down it's been around Spiting from my chamber Like David Banner you won't like me when
m tryin to pre-warn you Lethal when I fuckin see you dawg I'm swingin on you! Motherfuckers must think cause I'm in trouble with the law That I won't
hustle every day I hate cops and they hate me Cause I won't stop To grow my sticky stems of grass So they wanna burn my crops Props to all my drug smokin Law
I'm brown And not the other color, so police think They have the authority to kill a minority *** that *** 'cause I ain't the one For a punk motherf
dishes But that'll never happen, I'ma dyin' at this rappin' You won't make it to your car before the straps start to clappin' You know how we get down
man. Harvard Law was just part of that plan. Man, what rich, romantic planet are you from? Elle: (Spoken) Malibu? Emmet: (Sung) Instead of lying outside by
smiles at HER, relaxed now.) Write this down I'll give you some ground rules. Plenty of conflict but nice guy don't break the law. Girl meets boy she
ex-girlfriend shot out my headlight She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her toes Mashed my pedal, boom, down she goes Law ain't lyin', long
life to the side by like What did I have to in the line of the barkin' of the bright side You tried to scare me but I won't mover a The bully of the
shut it down, straight like that, Or keep throwin' combinations until they can't fight back. From the city where everybody go for broke, It's so crucial I could be murdered by
the wheels of the juggernaut. The line is delicate. The spaces have always been created by the gentle and caring, To be later filled by bullies and egotists
m tryin to pre-warn you Lethal when I fuckin see you dawg I'm swingin on you! Motherfuckers must think cause I'm in trouble with the law that I won't
pimps and the thugs You get up too close and we fuckin' you up You don't really want that 'cause I know these ain't no hoes you fuckin' with Touched down
his fuckin reel The U.G.K. posse they mighty fool coon And we down to let the gat go boom So call 9-1-1, and let the law scoop yo' punk ass up before
bite down Think for a minute cuz the hype just died down That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
my pride, now let's burn Bound to the fam goin down swingin Holdin my ground and we the last ones breathin Won't stop until we even deep in the trenches
day they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride) Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by