your feet. Just pick up my (?) yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah, hear the pump erupt. We're corrupt as a four-dollar buck, come and get (censored) up, and get up
1999 when ya meet up in Egypt Bet it be no peace to release the beats Settle with the streets and get 'em all peace Get up and at least we don't take
' Bizzy got stress from the peeps the streets And none of these police holice know me Still wanna him cuffed up, bitch No peace, no peace Now, come into
mission for my setty Pick up my niggas be peelin' out wid me Roll up me, window me, wind blow, fuck up my indo I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of
triple six it's death bt the sword I told satan that I'm killin' him trough the Ouija board (Chorus) Murda, murda, murda, murda (Krayzie) Pick up the
would have to kill ya so die Popped off to the coffin Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain Nigga got ta fucked up bang Taking no shorts so
shorts or no losses tossing Niggas all up in them coffins They don't know when they run up, I gun 'em Gotta let 'em know who the boss is See, pop, pop
sure you got you pistol first, be ready to burst Hesitation could bring up a fucked up situation Like you leavin' in the body bag zipped up, slip on
poison in my mind, tryin to find relief But I can't get no peace, cause Shoemaukers been chasin me Tryin' to set me up, bustin down my streets Blockin' up
You listened to people who scared you To death and from my heart Strange that you were strong enough To even make a start You'll never find the peace
Brown Gonna pick you up like a paper cup Gonna shake the water out of every nook Oh, Billy Brown Brown, oh, Billy Brown Gonna pick you up like a paper
won't slip up, Wet up one of them Po-Po's, the Bone, Bone won't let a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (
who a bitch nigga?! [Now who a snitch nigga?!] Now who the shit nigga?! [Now who the sick nigga?!] Now who you with nigga?! [With who you with nigga?!] Who
hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what? Show 'em what they won, who? Show 'em what they won Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done
you and ya man's killed This my last chance to come up, this gotta be it Juve comin' up, the first round' lottery pick I'm a buy cars, I'm a get clothes
is my life right there right in your face, the diary I wanna thank everybody that went out and picked up the album Got the album and got a chance to understand who who
up, and hold my own weight, defend my crown Gots to lock it down and when they rush, stand my ground It's time to come up, stick up my chest and make
, it's f-cking raining, shit, it's lightening Bitch, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought