City Under Siege
I like to teach the world to be
A dope man just like me
I like to front the world some coke
And let them sell for me
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
At age sixteen I started sellin' cheap drugs
Ecstasy will cost you three
A year later I robbed a dope house and stole a ki
Thirty-six is what I count
Now multiply thirty-six with seven hundred a ounce
Bag it up and make my profit
But some pussy muthafucka in offices tryin' to stop it
And the bastard that's stoppin' the bus
Is the same muthafucka that delivers to us
He's payin' off the cops
Triple-crossin' the middle man tryin' to give the smaller pusher power
The politicians are players
Reagan and Bush were cuttin' tough on Noriega
Now the juices are sour
Remember politician means schemin' for power
(You know what a hossa is?
That's a pig that don't fly straight)
Now let's go back to the past
The muthafucka who needs to be tried is Ronald Reagan's ass
Appointed Bush to the C-I-A
(That shit was cold
Put Noriega on the payroll)
All of a sudden shit changed
Right after eighty-eight (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hm, ain't that strange?
Some think I'm goin' too far
But if you want to go to war, I take you to war
They don't care about niggas on welfare
As long as their kind ain't there
You've got my ki's on a freeze
Muthafucka, my city's under siege
(Today's special
Is ghetto dope)
Willie D sell out, you can squash that fast
Here's a hit and a half for your ass
Police brutality is now a formality
They're kickin' our ass and we're payin' their salary
The average cop with a badge is a bitch
Back in high school they used to get their fuckin' ass kicked
All of a sudden they're snappin' necks
Puttin' niggas in check, makin' threats, sayin' I'm next
I laugh at a muthafuckin' law man
Without the piece, bitch, you're nothin' but a raw man
You couldn't hang if you were cappin' or punchin'
(So go suck a dick and write or ticket or somethin')
Can't understand my city's under siege
Till the A-K clockin' g's
Got a Coupe De Ville, got a rag and ridin' eighty-threes
Copper want to play the A-K
Guess they think I'm slayin' crack
Muthafuck the fifties, they can't stop me, got my corner back
Rocks and rocks and rocks galore
I left the cut and then I swore
Never be a stupid ass, I'll never leave the cut no more
The dope game ain't no joke
Muthafuckas will die for this, they go for broke
Rock houses open and busted
And the bitch that got you busted
(Was the bitch that you trusted)
Pimp on me, and I'll make bail
Hunt you down and kick your ass through the goal post of hell
(Are you lighter on a female figure?)
Hell nah, I fuck her up just like I fuck up a nigga
Red, grab the pump (Bill, pass me my nine
Now tell em what's on your mind)
You goddamn parents are a trip
The streets got your babies cause you're full of that bullshit
you tell your kids drugs'll fuck up their health
And you're geekin' your goddamn self
But I won't blame it all on you
You stupid-ass teachers can suck my dick too
I walk around with a smirk
Fuck school, fuck curfew, fuck homework
And muthafuck a damn cop
I never ride down my block without my gun bein cocked
You won't get a chance to slay me
I won't' be an accident like Ada Delaney
So when you step out of line
I'm goin for mine
D-O-A is how they pronounce you
No suspect, no motive, no clue
When you hoes say 'stop', I be damned if I freeze
I truly believe my city's under siege
(Today's special
Is ghetto dope)