41:19 Lyrics

I come out my crib, walk out on the block, it's hot

Yo there's a black car parked on the corner hot boys

TNT be creepin' while niggas be on the side of the

Soda machine, sleeping, word up kid they seen what you did

In the car parked way down the block with binoculars

That's what they got, helicopters parked out on the roof

10 000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proof

You know, what this is what all y'all get on the wall y'all?

Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all

Or you take a mean bad fall y'all, TNT they be playin' for keeps

Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone

But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo, it's hot, what they got, 41 shots

Bad boys, bad boys what ya gonna do

If you get caught by our muthafuckin' crew

Shot 41 only hit 19, they need target practice

That's what it seems to me

Ally Al is Sharpton Dan a tack

I'ma be like Ally Al and fight ya back

What do you want to go to war, you want war?

Do you want to go to war, you want war?

I'll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast

Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish

'Cuz I can do that shit G, flavor flav

See to the highest degree times 3
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That's what you get fuckin' with my family

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone

But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo, it's hot, what they got, 41 shots

Shootin' at OJ, don't know if he did it

Racist mutherfuckers mad 'cause they ain't with it

The police get out the car searchin' for nuthin'

If you got sumthin', then they got you for sumthin'

That's fucked up, the way they play dirty

Lock 'em up in jail until he's past thirty

They don't give a fuck about you

They don't give a fuck about me

I'm past thirty three, word is born, born is my word

I got you before my word fails, fuck whatcha heard

I keep it real, you never catch me fakin' when it

Comes down to money that's what I'm making

Don't try and take my shit yo, I know Lex, yo, I'll have a fit yo

I'll turn the whole mutherfuckin' block on you, yo

And that leaves you with nowhere to go

Secretly by the police you was hired

You my favorite customer, I didn't know you was wired

A nik on the ground, covered by my feet

Ay yo, Rah get the heat

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone

But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo, it's hot, what they got, 41 shots