The Mix Show
We gon send this out for every street dj
This is somethin for the mix shows
Mix shows
You dont wanna go outside
Because the thugs are outside
They bustin slugs outside
So you dont wanna go outside
Lets go
Uh, Im outside lookin in
I could feel it through the wind
From the streets shore
I could see the sharks fin
They aint eat nuttin in a week
And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete
So run your juice
Pit bulls drew
They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof
Unless your bullet proof-la whats your affiliation
You just a rat handin out information
You wanna run and said clef took my paper
Clef aint take your paper
Clef is just a narrator
Think Im a singer
Ima have you call a operator
911 now you breavin through a respiratior
All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside
You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side
So think before you speak or blood is go leak
You shouldnt have no problems understandin
I aint speakin greek
I need a hundred grand
And I aint talkin bout no candy bar
Take over your strip like its candahar
You gonna see so much red you think your man on mars
That concrete thats under your feet gon land on hard
I got gooms that stand on guard
Post up waitin wit the toaster
Hit you from close up
Bare face
No black mask
No silencers
On the burners everybody hear da gat blast
Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators
I got power like generators
Slugs wit names on it
The message I send to haters
In my hood Im know as a menace to neighbors
Me and my men for paper
We dont fear the morgue
Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve
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song performed by Wyclef Jean
Added by Lucian Velea
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