Public Enemy - 41: 19 Lyrics
I come out my cribWalk out on the block its hotYo theres a black car parked on the corner hot boysTnt be creepin, while niggas be on the sideOf the soda machine sleepingWord up kid, they seen what you didIn the car parked way down the block with binocularsThats what they got.Helicopters parked out on the roof10,000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proofYou know what this isThat all yall, get on the wall yallTake your worth out ya ass in the stall yallOr you take a mean bad fall yallTnt they be playin for keepsWipe you off your teeth like cavity creep.Word is born, your kids miss you when your goneBut life still goes on, you think they give a *****?Yo its hot, what they got, 41 shotsBad boys bad boys what ya gonna doIf you get caught by our mutha*****in crewShot 41 only hit 19They need target practice, thats what it seems to meAlly al is sharpton dan a tackIma be like ally al and fight ya backWhat, do you want to go to war, you want war?Do you want to go to war, you want war?Ill bury all you *****a la roaches for breakfastShit you out and throw you in the water for the next fishCuz I can do that shit gF-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see.To the highest degree times 3Thats what you get *****in with my familyWord is born, your kids miss you when your goneBut life still goes on, you think they give a *****?Yo its hot, what they got, 41 shotsShootin at ojDont know if he did itRacist muther*****ers mad cause they aint with itThe police get out the car searchin for nuthinIf you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthinThats *****ed up, the way they play dirtyLock em up in jail until hes past thirtyThey dont give a ***** about youThey dont give a ***** about meIm past thirty threeWord is born, born is my wordI got you before my word fails***** whatcha heardI keep it real, you never catch me fakinWhen it comes down to money thats what Im makingDont try and take my shit yo, I know lex yoIll have a fit yoIll turn the whole muther*****in block on you yoAnd that leaves you with nowhere to goSecretly by the police you was hiredYou my favorite customer I didnt know you was wiredA nik on the ground, covered by my feetAy yo rah get the heatWord is born, your kids miss you when your goneBut life still goes on, you think they give a *****?Yo its hot, what they got, 41 shots
