(Notorious BIG)
Check it
I grew up a fucking screwup
Got introduced to the game
Got a ounce and fucking blew up
Chopping rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls trying
Ta turn into the black Frank White
(Chorus)
It's a red light
How many homies gotta die tonight?
Oh, yeah, stop the gunfight
I can feel it
Somebody's trying to start up a fight
Come on and keep game, uh oh
But you cannot cease the blame
And if you ask me, it's a damn shame
We be taking lives that we can't replace
Over B.S. that don't make sense
We gotta get better than this
We started fighting at our own risk
It was something we couldn't resist
It's a red light
How many homies gotta die tonight?
(Notorious BIG)
We had to grow dreads
To change our description
Two cops is on a milkbox missing
Showed they toes
You know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets
A chest full of Teflon
Run from the police, picture that
Nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and
Catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back
It don't faze me
When he drop, take his glock
And I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape
Sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make
Motherfucker
(2pac)
From the five-oh
Ducking and dodging and my survival
depends on when I let off with my nine-oh
I'm moving swifter
Than the next nigga
No time for sex
'Cause in my mind
All I wonder is who's next
Nigga, my homey slipped
And now he pays the price
He did a drive-by, sixteen
Now he's doin' triple life
Tell me is it me or my upbringing
I spit that thug shit
Nigga motherfuck singing
I hope you got your
Timberlands on tight
'Cause I ain't givin' up
I'd rather duck these
Motherfuckers all night
I'm running through
The projects, beyotch
They'll never catch me
Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy
On the sneotch
Don't say you never heard of me
Till they murder me, I'm a legend
Do Thug Niggas go to heaven
I'm rolling with the thorough heads
We getting ghost on them hoes and yo
I got no love for the five-oh
I'm running from the police
(Chorus)
Stop the gunfight
I can feel it
Somebody's trying to
Start up a fight
Come on and keep game, uh oh
But you cannot cease the blame
And if you ask me, it's a damn shame
We be taking lives that we can't replace
You got swishes in your system
Juice up in
Now you're red again
Over what he said
Over what she said
Now somebody gotta end up dead
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