PUBLIC ENEMY - 41:19 Lyrics

I come out my cribWalk out on the block it’s hotYo there’s a black car parked on the corner hot boysTnt be creepin, while niggas be on the sideOf the soda machine sleepingWord up kid, they seen what you didIn the car parked way down the block with binocularsThat’s what they got.Helicopters parked out on the roof10,000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proofYou know what this isThat all yall, get on the wall yallTake your worth out ya ass in the stall yallOr you take a mean bad fall yallTnt they be playin for keepsWipe you off your teeth like cavity creep.Word is born, your kids miss you when your goneBut life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?Yo it’s hot, what they got, 41 shotsBad boys bad boys what ya gonna doIf you get caught by our muthafuckin crewShot 41 only hit 19They need target practice, that’s what it seems to meAlly al is sharpton dan a tackI’ma be like ally al and fight ya backWhat, 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 breakfastShit you out and throw you in the water for the next fishCuz i can do that shit gF-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see.To the highest degree times 3That’s what you get fuckin with my familyWord is born, your kids miss you when your goneBut life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?Yo it’s hot, what they got, 41 shotsShootin at ojDon’t know if he did itRacist mutherfuckers mad cause they ain’t with itThe police get out the car searchin for nuthinIf you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthinThat’s fucked up, the way they play dirtyLock em up in jail until he’s past thirtyThey don’t give a fuck about youThey don’t give a fuck about meI’m past thirty threeWord is born, born is my wordI got you before my word failsFuck whatcha heardI keep it real, you never catch me fakinWhen it comes down to money that’s what i’m makingDon’t try and take my shit yo, i know lex yoI’ll have a fit yoI’ll turn the whole mutherfuckin block on you yoAnd that leaves you with nowhere to goSecretly by the police you was hiredYou my favorite customer i didn’t know you was wiredA nik on the ground, covered by my feetAy yo rah get the heatWord is born, your kids miss you when your goneBut life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?Yo it’s hot, what they got, 41 shots