FIRST VERSE
WANNA NUT UP? SUCKA WHAT UP? RUN UP PUNK OR SHUT UP/
'CAUSE I'MMA PUT A SLUG IN YOUR LUNG AND HAVE YOU COUGHIN' BLOOD UP/
'CAUSE I'M FED UP WITH YOU SUCKAZ TALKIN' THREATS BEHIND MY BACK/
BUT WHEN YOU SEE ME YOU AVOID ME, PUNK YOU SAID YOU GONNA SNAP/
I AIN'T NO HEAVYWEIGHT SO DEMONSTRATE YOUR PLAN TO BUST MY GRILL/
I GUESS YOU HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE, THAT NORTENO WOODIE KILLS/
I AIN'T TRYIN' TO KNOCK YOUR TEETH OUT, I'M TRYIN' TO BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT/
WITH A TRE-FIVE-SEV I'LL LEAVE YOUR SKULL HOLLOW AND BODY LAID OUT/
IT'S THAT YOC LIFE THAT GOT ME LIKE THIS AIN'T NO POINT IN ME TO FIGHT IT/
MY VEINS ARE PUMPIN' A VIRUS AND I CALL IT HOMICIDUS/
FOR MY SCRAP KILLIN' TENDENCIES, AIN'T LOOKIN' FOR NO REMEDIES/
I'M THINKIN' OF WAYS TO GET MORE STRAPS TO EXECUTE MY ENEMIEZ/
THE A.P.D WANNA SEE THE END OF ME SO I GOTTA WATCH MY STEP/
I TAKE BACKROADS AND SPEAK IN CODE 'CAUSE PHONE CALLS THEY WILL INTERCEPT/
AND I BET, THEY'RE POSTED DOWN THE BLOCK WITH BLACK BINOCS/
STAKIN' OUT THE SPOT IF SHIT GETS HOT THEIR SCOPE IS ON MY KNOT/
I STILL PLOT STRATEGIES OF DISSAPATING GUN POWDER/
HIT THAT BLOCK WIT AN S-K CHOP AND WATCH THESE HOLLOWTIPS DEVOUR
CHORUS:
BEST BE ABLE TO WALK, WHAT YOU TALK DON'T HIGHSIDE/
DANK AND LIQUOR GOT YA' FEELIN' BRAVE YOU GONNA DIE HIGH/
YOU SPEAK OF MY DEATH, I'M CALLIN' YOUR BLUFF/
SO BEFORE YOU ISSUE THREATS BE PREPARED TO BACK IT UP
2ND VERSE:
THAT EVILNESS PREVAILS, CAN'T YOU TELL? FOLLOW THEM BLOODY TRAILS/
THAT I LEFT BEHIND YOU'LL FIND MY LIFE IS FULL OF WICKED TALEZ/
DIRTY DEEDS FULFILL MY NEEDS OF TRAGEDIES TO ENEMIES/
BEGGIN' ME FOR MERCY ON THEIR KNEES BEFORE THE TRIGGAZ SQUEEZED/
CREEPIN' THROUGH THE CUTS, MAN THAT YOC LIFE GOT ME NUTS/
GOT ME JUICED AND GETTIN' LOOSER THAN THE PUSSY OF A SLUT/
I'LL BREAK YOU OFF A FATAL SHOT TO SHOW WHAT I'M ABOUT/
DON'T UNDERESTIMATE 'CAUSE THAT'S HOW MOST THESE FOOLS GET TAKEN OUT/
A TRE-FIVE-SEV WILL SPREAD A SUCKAZ GUTS ACROSS THE BLOCK/
A TWENTY-TWO WILL BREAK HIS SKULL AND RATTLE UP HIS KNOT/
EITHER WAY HE'S GONNA DIE IF MY INTENT IS HOMICIDE/
HE COULD HAVE FORTY-FIVE CALIBERS BUT ONLY GOT ONE LIFE/
I KNOW YOU KILLAZ FEEL ME, THAT SICKNESS GOT ME PUMPED UP/
AND SUCKED UP INTO FATAL WAYS OF DEALIN' WITH WHAT COMES UP/
IT'S FUCKED UP, BUT THAT'S LIFE AND LIFE NOW DAYS JUST AIN'T RIGHT/
I'M GONNA LIVE BEHIND THE TRIGGER "TIL I'M IN MY GRAVESITE/
SO IF YOU WANT ME COME AND GET ME SUCKAZ IF YOU DARE/
YEAH I SHOT YOUR HOMIEZ AND YOU KNOW WHAT I DON'T FUCKEN CARE/
FUCK YA'LL AND THEM HATERS TOO, DO OR DIE I CHOOSE TO DO/
NORTE SIDIN' RIDIN' DOWN YOUR BLOCK WOODIEZ COMIN' THROUGH!!!!
THOSE ARE SOME OLD SCHOOL LYRICS. I WROTE THOSE LOCKED DOWN BACK IN '95.