It's either this or that, now what you mean This or that, it's either this or that Now what you mean, this or that It's either this or that, now what
's this madness all about? All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout Throw my hands up and shout What's this madness all about? All
to know. I mean, clearly, you've been having this thing with Kim. And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a
action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous) And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh) Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world I clutch (c
Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies born Know they ain't fully prepared for this
you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear things scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles I kill a block, I murder
all in the arm pit (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down
'Cause I don't give a fuck about you or him or her Whenever I'm in the house a death just might occur Is this real or fiction? You'll never know While
it home boy gettin his mug on hey i wanna get my buzz on fuck around ill put my gloves on say no robbin how i eat b.c 32 thats my street brick squad
they firing clips You ain't a thug or a gangsta, stop lyin' you bitch I see you study 2Pac like a history lesson His murder was a mystery that made history
better, we live M O B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I N C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground
though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy Rockafeller died of AIDS, that
, that's how we roll And I'm askin' the good Lord, "Why?" And sigh he told me we lived to die What's up with that murder, y'all? See my little cousin
' bored, baby Yeah, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule B. Brown Murder Inc. Def Jam, Sony This is what we buildin' here Classic shit Murder Inc. Ja, B. Brown, Murder It's that
get down, body rock [body rock, body rock, body rock]. Bizzy: I heard. I murder. I heard. I murder. I heard. Yeah (censored), we holler about all of the murders
Yeah, this for all you non-believers Especially out in the C-O Man, fuck y'all niggas Woo, yeah, I'm tellin' ya when I die You can see what's deep in
shot But feelin' like Pac, that's what the guy thought But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this
