NWA (feat. Uncle Murda & Cassidy)

Yeah (Uh Hu) East New York

Hustle Hard, Gmg, Bed-Stuy ****

(Ya Heard, Black Flag) Murda, Wat Up ****?

Maino, Wat Da Fuck Going On Man?

(I'm Here Man) These **** Ain't Even Ready Man Ya Heard

(I'm Ready To Catch A Body Again) (Me Too Man, I'm Just, Dat's Just Da Feelin)

Yeah muthafuckas hate what they can't be

Fear what they can't beat

No matta how they try, they can't touch what they can't see

You ready dawg?

I'm ready dawg, Murda let dat semi off

Have his mama like “what da fuck they had to kill him fo'?”

But that was her only child

But he neva made her proud

Honestly she wanted da knucklehead to get gunned down

(Damn) It is what it is

We ain't rappers, we shootas man

Dis Da Rebirth Of Tonton Schooler? Man

Got these **** shook to death

To da death

Back to back

Tec for Tec

Mac to Mac

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These **** is scared o' that

Pop 'em up

Hit 'em up

Dat's blood he spittin' up

I'm the hand of God

He gon' need Jesus to pick him up

Murda, whatchou tryna do?

Maino, whatchou tryna do?

I'm tryna catch a body son

I'm tryna catch a body too

We all co-defendants

Call da cops to come and get us

Stand in front of da judge like “Fuck it give us our sentence"

We send 'em to da walls 'cause you don't really want no problems wit us

{We Hit Em Like...} Aaahhhhh

We drag 'em to da back of the alley for even uttering words about us

(We Hit Em Like...) Aaahhhhh

So sorry's out yo' face, we leanin' but this ain't a dance we do

{We Hit Em Like...} Aaahhhhh

{You Get Em} (Yeah)

(I Split Em) {Yeah}

{I Twist Em} (Yeah)

(I Flip Em) {Yeah}

{You Lift Em} (Yeah)

{We Hit Em Like...} Aaahhhhh

Oh I'mma shoot him in his head

And I'mma hit him in his neck

We got da kinda name

Dat you **** gon' respect

I'ma take dat **** chain

All I need is da watch

Before we take his life

We take errythang he got

I'm a movement by mahself

And I'm a movement by mahself

But togetha we a force

**** lives gon' get lost

You fuckin' wit a G

I'm a mafuckin' rider

I'm Mr. Shoot-You-Up

And I'm da getaway driver

Look man I does what da killas do

You know how these killas do?

Got some real **** out in Philly, dat some killas too

I'm a pro, so da flow so beautiful

If I ain't da truth in da booth then you delusional!

I fuck wit men dat be hustlin' like I used to do

But I don't move pharmaceuticals, I'm mo' musical

I be rhymin' 'cause findin' a job is unusual

And workin' a 9 to 5 ain't cool to do

Da pay they pay you today is unsuitable

Dat's why workin' at a job, I refuse to do

For real, but da media be confusin' you

They said I had price on mah head, dem **** foolin' you

If I had a price on mah head

I'd put twice da bread and they'll be dead

Dey gon' shoot at who?

I got da loot to get plenty **** to shoot at you

And I'll shoot it too, but you know dem lil' dudes'll do

Dey ain't sparkin they barkin' just like a poodle do

And I could prove it too dat da problem is unsolutional

We send 'em to da walls 'cause you don't really want no problems wit us

{We Hit Em Like...} Aaahhhhh

We drag 'em to da back of the alley for even uttering words about us

(We Hit Em Like...) Aaahhhhh

So sorry's out yo' face, we leanin' but this ain't a dance we do

{We Hit Em Like...} Aaahhhhh

{You Get Em} (Yeah)

(I Split Em) {Yeah}

{I Twist Em} (Yeah)

(I Flip Em) {Yeah}

{You Lift Em} (Yeah)

{We Hit Em Like...} Aaahhhhh

Now that is how you kill a muthafucka! (Ya heard)

I-I like-I like when a bullet go in a muthafucka head, man

I like seein' a **** bleed and shit, man (Yeah man)

This dat shoot-'em-up, bang-bang shit, man

This ain't none o' dat positive, this is all negative rap right here, ****, ya heard

(Brooklyn, promoting violence, ****, Bed-Stuy, East New York)

Get ya gunz up, **** (Yeah)

Cassidy, what up?

What's goin' on ****?

Khryst, what up muthafucka?

(Mah **** Khryst on da hook, ya heard)

Brooklyn (Maino) Uncle Murda

(We do what we do mah ****) Ya heard

Bullshit, man!