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Public Enemy

I come out my crib
Walk out on the block it's hot
Yo there's a black car parked on the corner hot boys
TNT be creepin', while niggas be on the side
Of the soda machine sleeping
Word up kid, they seen what you did
In the car parked way down the block with binoculars
That's what they got.
Helicopters parked out on the roof
Ten thousand disposable cameras taking pictures for proof
You know what this is
That all y'all, get on the wall y'all
Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all
Or you take a mean bad fall y'all
TNT they be playin' for keeps
Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep.

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it's hot, what they got, 41 shots

Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our mothafuckin' crew
Shot forty one only hit nineteen
They need target practice, that's what it seems to me
Ally al is sharpton dan a tack
I'ma be like ally al and fight ya back
What, do you want to go to war, you want war?
Do you want to go to war, you want war?
I'll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast
Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish
'cause I can do that shit G
F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see.
To the highest degree times three
That's what you get fuckin' with my family

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it's hot, what they got, forty one shots

Shootin' at OJ
Don't know if he did it
Racist motherfuckers mad 'cause they ain't with it
The police get out the car searchin' for nothin'
If you got somethin', then they got you for somethin'
That's fucked up, the way they play dirty
Lock em up in jail until he's past thirty
They don't give a fuck about you
They don't give a fuck about me
I'm past thirty three
Word is born, born is my word
I got you before my word fails
Fuck whatcha heard
I keep it real, you never catch me fakin'
When it comes down to money that's what I'm making
Don't try and take my shit yo, I know Lex yo
I'll have a fit yo
I'll turn the whole motherfuckin' block on you yo
And that leaves you with nowhere to go
Secretly by the police you was hired
You my favorite customer I didn't know you was wired
A nik on the ground, covered by my feet
Ay yo rah get the heat

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it's hot, what they got, forty one shots

Written by WILLIAM DRAYTON, GARY RINALDO, CARLTON RIDENHOUR
Published by REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING

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