So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga You don't gotta slap me five or give me a hug And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love But
.N.Y We still here [Chorus] Mary J Blige Now you can tell by the way i run these streets That im so proud to represent my hood You can tell by the way
your tims Kiss you before I twist you 170 miles, headed for disaster faster I put it down right bustin' off these rounds like Real niggaz is kings you
jewelry What the fuck you on my block, if you ain't cool with me You crossed the line, ain't no time to press rewind I caught you slippin' 'cause I heard
droppin' punk names You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard Baby bash cross game, that's a negative With savage
to rub it off, but it's all I know The only thing I ever knew, so what to do Look at you, a bigot till you're growin' old You're growin' old, with a
doom Look here, fuck you and the moon Fuck you and the moon, fuck you and the moon Fuck you and the moon, fuck you and the moon I'll forever love you
Music, music, music The blowin' of the wind If you ever think about it you walk in the rhythm The flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast Your
, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo, papi chulo Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin' fool
bugged out Might look at you and slice you Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop Who the fuck you think, let y'all wild niggas in Allowed you
in your skin Let my savage in, you deserve it You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it! Don't go I never wanted anybody more
Baby girl, I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy You know what I'm sizzlin? Ol' boy, I know I aint the only one that know you could
, I'm a memory They spillin' liquor on the curb when they mention me But they're ain't no fear in me, get it how you live That's if you hearin' me then
be the sniper inside of the foxhole Data, scientifical, not just the typical Waste matter my third eye expands my peripheral See I, only attack, savage
Die] I'm gonna tell you bitches on the wall You fuckin' with individuals Nutty motherfuckers Straight from the ghetto motherfuckers Smellin' blood like a savage beast Tear you
is a true story, check it out though Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy You know my
wen I pass the cops Who's as bad as a savage ock (ock) You niggaz brag alot, talkin bout you brought raw You'se a ball hog you ain't never pass the rock
to go And you don't stop, stop I said, I'm sicka than your average Keep three shooters like the Mavericks Short to the point like Nash is fucking wit a savage