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Public Enemy - 41 19 Lyrics

41: 19 Song Lyrics
41: 19 by Public Enemy 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
That all yall, get on the wall yall
Take your worth out ya ass in the stall yall
Or you take a mean bad fall yall
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 f**k?

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

Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our muthaf**kin 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
sh*t you out and throw you in the water for the next fish
Cuz i can do that sh*t g
F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see.
To the highest degree times 3
That's what you get f**kin with my family

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a f**k?

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

Shootin at oj
Don't know if he did it
Racist mutherf**kers 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 f**ked up, the way they play dirty
Lock em up in jail until he's past thirty
They don't give a f**k about you
They don't give a f**k about me
I'm past thirty three
Word is born, born is my word
I got you before my word fails
f**k 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 sh*t yo, i know lex yo
I'll have a fit yo
I'll turn the whole mutherf**kin 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 f**k?

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