[Hook]
I'm from where they got them thangs
Cops & robbers lock &
Aim
Choppers got ya 'bouta pop and blow my houses block away
Blocka blocka
Make em stop it
Snap like paparazzi drop it
Count the bodies, hide the
Shottys
Bow your head & start to pray
WORK: They need this. The homies in the street. They bleed
So I put in
That WORK. 'Cuz I been there. And most of these rappers don't care
So I give em that WORK. And I can't be beat. Ask anybody, they can't see Street!
Work. This ain't about myself. The game goes blind without my help
[Verse 1]
Ladies and gentlemen are placing the bets
I'm raising the minimum and facing
The rest
But amazed by the vigilant in face of a threat
The villain now dealing with the ace in the deck
And you are now listening to change in effect of a dangerous game with a chain on his neck
Where the sane are rejected and when you wanna get a message
Your best bet is to gaze on the net
I couldn't care less if I gain their respect when there's bullets from the chambers that came from the techs
In the hood up on the waist where they aim for your death
When your color ain't the same if you claiming a set
A whole lot of rappers want to claim they're upset
Like what they say is only entertainment, I bet
But I really feel it all like pain in my chest
No vest, and they still can't hang with us yet
'Cuz their hangers ain't made for a plane or a jet, with no propellers or blades elevation is less than what I became
Blaming the brain I possess. For the strain, I'm amazed they ain't blaming the mess
On the maze and the blaze that came from the DET, that's D-E-T but I stay in the west
It could never be me that'll cave for a check, whether .mp3 or you play a cassette
[Hook]
I'm from where they got them thangs
Cops & robbers lock & aim
Choppers got ya 'bouta pop and blow my houses block away
Blocka blocka make em stop it
Snap like paparazzi drop it
Count the bodies, hide the shottys
Bow your head & start to pray.
WORK: They need this. The homies in the street. They bleed
So I put in
That WORK. 'Cuz I been there. And most of these rappers don't care
So I give em that WORK. And I can't be beat. Ask anybody, they can't see Street!
Work. This ain't about myself. The game goes blind without my help
[Verse 2]
I told you I speak no evil, swimming on the coast where they float to defeat your people
But when they get approached or opposed when they lead you is just a minute closer til most of them leave you
Just a preview of the holes that I see through in hopes that I won't be alone in cathedrals so whenever I'm gone in the moment
I'll meet Who controls me and told me be holy and peaceful
I'm leaving the robes to the grown and deceitful, spitting the heat cold while the flow is a lethal rhythm and mean dose that I sew
In a league of my own. So the keys, I'll throw to the people
Ah. I'm long gone from the home to the steeple, feeling like King Kong when he's onto the needle
Telling him he's strong. If I'm wrong through the songs that I speak through quit it I'm all arms on a sequel
We do the most damage. No rambling, imagine the words that we're giving to the masses
And when they get it, they don't even panic. Alas, we established the men and women living through the manic depression-
Where pacifists acts of aggression and bad lessons are just magic in essence. I pass on the Ritalin and catch all the blessings
I'm past in the present do you have any questions?
[Hook]
I'm from where they got them thangs
Cops & robbers lock & aim
Choppers got ya 'bouta pop and blow my houses block away
Blocka blocka make em stop it
Snap like paparazzi drop it
Count the bodies, hide the shottys
Bow your head & start to pray
WORK: They need this. The homies in the street. They bleed
So I put in
That WORK. 'Cuz I been there. And most of these rappers don't care
So I give em that WORK. And I can't be beat. Ask anybody, they can't see Street!
Work. This ain't about myself. The game goes blind without my help