| [KRS-One] Open a de herb gate sellin pure ganja Babylon come but they undercova They never really want me stop sell ganja (They just wanna take a cut of what you make so far!) But I'm not havin it, I load the SLR Pack the ganja BOOM! They break down the door Pop-pop! T'ree shots, exchanged at close range Out of three Babylon, me hit one in the brain Pop-pop! Two shots hit da window pane I exchanged four shots, I drop and feel pain but I'm not hit, into the bathroom I crawl I look out the window, it's a one story fall I'm fallin, hit the ground and start crawlin Soon I'm walkin 'round, blendin in with the crowd Another day, I got away, I gotta fix this problem someday But the very next day... [Chorus: repeat 2X] Can't stop, won't stop - sellin mad izm All comeptition - I gots to get wit 'em Me nah go jail and me nah go prison (Take it to his face kid, diss him!) [KRS-One] I'm in another herb gate like a superstar Eleven AM, things are safe so far I used to worry 'bout the competition on the block But now the competition on the block is the cops And even block watch doesn't know where we lay Well.. ("Open up! It's the DEA!") Aww man, just when I went for more lead The door opens up, I got a glock to my forehead ("Get down! Get on the floor!") I felt the stick, I thought I was dead But I woke up instead in a cell layin on my bed I lay back down, then I heard the crack sound Two DT's came in and laid they glocks down One was whistlin a love song, as he put some gloves on I ... |
