Give it up, give it up, give it up now
Now in order for you to rock this
You gotta go off the skinheads
Through the feds, under the whack
Over a fun attack
And hit nothing but the bank
It's overtime
So the lyric they fear it when they hear it, the flow
Hundred miles and runnin', get near it and go
Check it out, go, be ready to go
To the race, give the drummer the taste
The bass is comin', comin', suckas runnin' from it
Damn, why you call him the man?
Here I am scram, never ran, never fight the black
From Iraq or Iran, who bombed Japan?
Blood on his hands, part of the plan
He don't really believe in uh, God damn
If it comes down to shuttin' them down
I'm in the hood surrounded, tell 'em I'm grounded
I'm on that psycho analytical tip if politics
Sticks to the mix like tricks
I'm one more time givin' time where the rhyme go
Elite to the street, to the brothas doin' death row
So where your heads at if the beat ain't fat?
Say what
What side you on?
Say what
What mothefuckin' side you on?
Say what
What side you on?
Say what
What mothefuckin' side you on?
Say what
What side you on?
Say what
What mothefuckin' side you on?
C'mon and get some rattle-rattle, hiss and a hum
Come can you get it on the one, c'mon
Pick it up (pick it up)
Pack it up (pack it up)
To the black who be talkin'
Where they at (where they at?)
Wicked wild, feelin' irie, not sorry
Get it, see it written down in a diary
Some say damn all that political shit
But wanna get paid when their brains in the low grade
Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here they come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here they come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here they come
Say what
What side you on?
Say what
What mothefuckin' side you on?
Say what
What side you on?
Say what
What mothefuckin' side you on?
Say what
What side you on?
Say what
What mothefuckin' side you on?
Say what
What side you on?
Say what
What mothefuckin' side you on?
I'm a fan first, I reverse another trick verse
To the point where I can rock this funky joint
In the brain game, I'm keepin' my head clear
In thirty-three years so what, I never had a beer
I don't know what I'm missin', I'm not dissin'
But I know I ain't ass kissin', time to draw the line
This time the rhyme got the good guy goin' gettin' the nine
'Cause I know the hoody got it good wit' the hitman
Can I get a hitman, know I'm duckin' that quicksand
The funky automatic, handlin' static
Sellin' out, I ain't good at it and when I got bumbed
I'm gonna open up, hit 'em up stoned to the bone
But it ain't gotta be like that
'Cause a hood is for all, and that's that
C'mon, we comin'
C'mon, we comin'
C'mon, we comin'
C'mon, we comin'
C'mon, we comin'
C'mon, we comin'
C'mon, we here
Look out
Say what
What side you on?
Say what
What mothefuckin' side you on?
Say what
What side you on?
Say what
What mothefuckin' side you on?
Say what
What side you on?
All in wit' the law, they fall in
The great white hole where they be sellin' their soul
Never get enough, they be talkin' that roughneck shit
But when the cracker be comin' they quit
Fuck that blood is thicker than water shit
That shit is counterfeit, devil go where the shoe fit
The black man's law is raw like Africa, you violate
We're comin' after you
Hit me up, went back to the hood y'all
Nowhere to run, here they come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here they come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here they come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come
Got nowhere to run, here they come, come, come
Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come
Here they coming now
We're here
Say what
Say what
What side you on?
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What side you on?
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What side you on?
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What side you on?
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What side you on?
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