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[Verse 1] I come out my crib Walk out on the block its 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 That 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 [Hook: Flavor Flav and Chuck D x2] Word is bond, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo its hot, what they got, (bratatat-tatat) 41 shots [Verse 2] 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 Imma 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? Ill 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 F-L-A-V-O-R-F-L-A-V, see To the highest degree times 3 That's what you get fuckin' with my family [Hook: Flavor Flav and Chuck D x2] Word is bond, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo its hot, what they got, (bratatat-tatat) 41 shots [Verse 3] Shootin' at OJ, don't know if he did it Racist motherfuckers mad cause they ain't with it The police get out the cars 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 im making Dont try and take my shit yo, I know lex yo Ill have a fit yo Ill 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 [Hook: Flavor Flav and Chuck D x2] Word is bond, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo its hot, what they got, (bratatat-tatat) 41 shots