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(feat. Guerilla Black) [Guerilla Black] Damn ("I tell you life ain't shit to fool with") Clayborne Family [scratch: "Not enough of this will make you mad"] Dollar figure ["Too much of this good shit will too"] We come to take your heads off boy You thought we was playin? Hahaha It's real out here in this field Come, uh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh All five go wit chalk in heaven These niggaz they just tried to hit me with seven Shots to my motherfuckin torso I had my bulletproof on, and forty-four They tried to take me from my momma and my boo be I ran up, shot they ass up in they hooptie So who the fuck these cats think they talkin to I put a spark to you, I'll turn your carcass blue, huh I got my competition beat hands down You a stand up nigga? Boom, man's down Ain't no one, shank or gun, mo' Guerilla Been everything from weed down to coke dealer Mo' "Thriller" than M.J. in the early 80's Call me sensei, I move along the work shady In my crimi-mal, underworld Letras de cancionesI got a minimum about a hundred girls They cut the dope and hold the fuckin pistols tight Some cutthroat bitches with they issues right So don't make me come through and tighten yo' ass up You ever heavy nigga, watch me lighten yo' ass up [Chorus: Blak] ("I tell you life ain't shit to fool with") For my peo-ples, we let the heats go, uhh ("I tell you life ain't shit to fool with") [scratch: "Nigga walkin the streets at night is like commitin suicide"] ("I tell you life ain't shit to fool with") We let the heats go, for my peo-ples ("I tell you life ain't shit to fool with") ("Feels like I'm viewin a body every other week") [Marc Live] See I can strangle kids, now you can read about it Front page news, they say yo he's a criminal bastard I walk the streets at night, critical bastard Masked up, yo I'm triple masked up (blaow) Beer and 'gnaced up, crazy shit makes my temperature flip, dismember your clique Run in your crib, "Eraser" style - Schwarzaneggar Shit, I shoot your whole place down We got the rocket launchers, local police said Watch out, aiyyo the kid is a monster Bring your heaviest metal, bring your heaviest level Clayborne don't run, Clayborne ain't laughin (uh-uh) Clayborne just smashin (uhh) We on your block yo, we lower your stock yo We bring the heat to your block, Jurassic Run in the jungle make your whole clique crumble [Chorus] [Kool Keith] NBC lost their ratings, but I'm debating The channel gets new scripts with new flips I ain't goin nowhere, been here since Madison and C.H.I.P.S. Reality TV sucks, whack-ass actors waste a lot of bucks I'm serious man, my piss wet your hand Ask Puff, I'm down, you still tryin to make it in Da Band My stomach expand, defecate on top of America My pee stains smell in Japan, groups leave in a caravan My urine cover the silver screen, who wet up Jackie Chan Shake with one move the feces to Crisco Ask your mom duke what's in the fryin pan You cats ain't wipin the buttcrack yet You lyrically tryin man, to pitch squat in the street I squat on your Aunt Chan, my toilet drops are stronger The steel reserve makes me spit longer Your girl's mad, dimes sit longer Flush the commode, woman shit longer Long coat expert, miss shit on your Phat Farm shirt Down South Columbine, we combine and twerk The Valley's makin money, the check is cut I film the back, the audience feel anal work [Chorus] From Letras Mania