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Gotti, here we go again, yo
Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggaz I'm born
The future problem's kickin' and carryin' on
'Cause I got blood in my lungs and can't breathe, just conceived
And a nigga already fixin' to leave
This ungodly world and to think, I got a baby girl
To raise in this deadly era of AIDS
Just yesterday we were slaves and good friends
Now that we got ends that don't meet niggaz we will meet again
I wanna know why the shit gets said
The shit gets wrote, the shit gets read, motherfuckers get fed
I shed a tear for my ride or die 'cause thugs cry
And the truth'll shatter niggaz pride like cold lies
Can I live? Dog, why you wanna stop the rule from risin'?
And I G for me, surprise and growl
At the young that you called a liar
Now I'm the king of this jungle, no more denyin'
Talk to the iron if you wanna holla, I'll pop at you

Probably, piercin' your bone when you poppin' your collar
'Cause this is pain over love, my style's brain on drugs
Yo' style's can't catch up to rule niggaz whassup?
Motherfucker
When the gun blows and the shots fall
When the smoke clears, we'll be right here
Screamin' murder, know it's murder
Murder, we'll be right here
When the gun blows and the shots fall
When the smoke clears we'll be right here
Screamin' murder, know it's murder
Murder, we'll be right here 'cause it's
Mothefuckers y'all want problems, c'mon, I'm the nigga to give 'em
Niggaz don't want none of the rule, they know how hard I'm hittin'
Why should I bother with 'em, when they ain't touchin' what I'm doin'?
I'm takin' this rap game, to levels that's unhuman
I'm a beast with animalistic, intentions
And the best of y'all niggaz is honorable mentions
Standin' next to I N C, niggaz
Y'all fear we, rap's first organized crime family
Sellin' more records than dope, these days apparently
Got bitches on both coasts, we don't fuck sporadically
How you gon' handle me? I'm pushin' your pill
Crossin' 'em over, shoot from the corner, three mill'
I'm the franchise deal that bust hotter than burners
Y'all niggaz want it come and get it
But just know motherfuckers it's
When the gun blows and the shots fall
When the smoke clears, we'll be right here
Screamin' murder, know it's murder
Murder, we'll be right here
When the gun blows and the shots fall
When the smoke clears we'll be right here
Screamin' murder, know it's murder
Murder, we'll be right here 'cause it's

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John Baker (1937-1997) was a musician and composer who worked in jazz and electronic music. He was educated at the Royal Academy of Music where he studied piano and composition. In 1960 he joined the BBC as a sound mixer, before transferring, in 1963, to the BBC Radiophonic Workshop where he remained until 1974. He was the most prolific of the early Workshop composers, where he specialised in reverse tape effects.

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