Boom - Wit Da Evilz lyrics

[Intro: Boom] My city, incarcerated Wit Da Evilz No doubt Yo, yo, explosion.. Boom! Yo.. [Boom] Times and days, brothers is on their own, some nights blown Some of them method to blow chrome, a common home From the P-Now, when P-O keep a tab on your style Seein if your piss is foul And daily thoughts on theme of madness on the block Watchin to who you sell rocks, his mouth talk And Glocks rocks your motherf**in cradle As sh** gets fatal and tombstones get labelled A n***a live for the ice or makin G's off the dice And too many pimps and hoes, this is '98 life And cribs is gettin infiltrated from Peru And cops is gettin bust and left in the blood pool The city sense be hard to tame, junkies on the block shootin heron And 'cane in their vain, who's to blame? My generation, my generation.. My city incarcerated Wit Da Evilz [Science] Now test the programmer, ridicule the slander Because I'm not vulgar, over and under dagger Laughed in the face of danger It was predicted now it's obselete Be conquestable by a small caliber heat Satisfy the street wars When anger's beyond the clouds and ocean floors I play through you if ain't lucky, so play your cards I play the law and nature with a rapture Hands above the collar bone so the snakes can't slither home Do you see the outcome? Beware where outcome cries deadly fury On head aches could leave you weightless like calestetics Cuz I'm a star, filmed in the mental picture Strikin the weak like a pitcher To come against me you gotta be drinkin courage by the pitcher I k** your lecture and especially the extra, extra Read all about it, how your soundin knocked you out your outfit Leave you naked with the Clark's rule over your mind Cuz you pledged allegiance to perfect attendance Pay attention and cooperation for a nation unlike you who don't like you But you choose to aim your fully-automatic static at my attic Why? Incarcerted Wit Da Evilz [Boom] Firestorm swarm and combine with the evil territory Terror tells a whole story, summer time flurries With a timed sun, heat up the climates to 101 degrees Braincells bleed from the mental damage Black Gods get on justice like Johnny Gamage A strong nation.. (Incarcerated Wit Da Evilz) My city, incarcerated Wit Da Evilz