Homicide - Gotz 2 Go lyrics

(Young Noble) Everybody put cha middle fingers up And represent yo block If ya hands stays down You a snitch or a cop A b**h with co*k And dont belong out here What I say -- whole waist So we strong out here Outlaw clique n***as King Kong out here And everybody know the words to our songs out here And everybody on the block love Pac out here And everybody on the block love Yak out here We like pits on a strip Ya can't swat out here You don't know how many guns my n***as got out here But yall n***as really think that yall could clock out here When every night the old folks call the cops out here Every night the old folks here shots out here Jerzey Mob -- Outlaw got it locked out here And anything that goes down we got to drop out here And anybody creppin' thru we gon' spot out here (Chorus) (4x) Stop, pop, drop, and roll Out of townerz on ya block And they gotz 2 go now (Muszamil) I came long ways From blockz of Jerzey Three-80 building hallway Cops surround me The bloody streets of Irvington Young thugs caught up But ever since 10 That's the way I was brought up They shoulda' k**ed me then I wonder why they didn't Ain't no friends in this cold-hearted muthaf**in' business I know -- my parents got murdered over dough I'm rappin' now I ain't selling coke no mo' I put the d** down Left the game all along You'll neva win and some of these n***as'll neva know They addicted and burnt out -- in position It's too late to get out now Charges poppin' up stickin (Homicide) Stop, drop -- n***a why you 'round here? We Outlawz -- put that game down 'round here They call me Homi Ground the caine round all year I talk to Tommy While the Jerz Mob downstairs They came to hate a Homi But get an Army Cause it's off yeah We first to bomb Specializing in warefare Ride or die for the war Where I put in work Screamin' f** the earth Middle finger to the law -- yeah (Chorus) (4x) Stop, pop, drop, and roll Out of townerz on ya block And they gotz 2 go now (Napoleon) It's like I'm walking thru a cemetary Breathin' but I'm really buried Starting trouble everyday at clubs It ain't necessary Half-way thug started thuggin 'bout a week ago I was slappin' n***as before Pac signed to d**h Row Jerzey n***as know it Cause it's all in my blood f*g n***as show respect when they see my black gloves I ain't got nuttin' to live for but Salik And Salik know daddy on the urge of release Stand with heat But prayin for peace But die for war Ain't nuttin' to eat so we told the streets like before Who the f** wanna see the down stare of a reaper I ain't tryna die either So talk to this mili-meter So --- break yoself, make yoself, take yoself f**in' with me -- I'll make you hate yoself Empty the shelf or empty what's left Burn thru yo chest Sellin' these tracks is like sellin' yo d**h Napoleon (Chorus) (4x) Stop, pop, drop, and roll Out of townerz on ya block And they gotz 2 go now