Throw It Up – D12 – letras

[CHORUS: Kuniva]Now when you reppin’ in these streets say it..and If you’ handlin’ your beef say it..You got your hood on lock say…If its crime on your block say…[VERSE 1: Proof]I put/paint men on canvasHave they ass’ off the street CancerousWe call that the « Hammer Dancers »Thats the 3-5-7 now the Feds want us’cause we lead dump and head-huntersBorough of every hood, In this crime life…My name painted on the block or this limelightA G aint’ nuthin’ but a letter, you can hang manand these gang-wars, thoughout the gang-landsGot no problem for hurtin’ the *Church*My model was murkin’ ’em first,when they said they servin they’re turfWith no sea-food, make ’em see-throughI’m into slappin’ *****z, next *****…[VERSE 2: Swifty]….Me TooMy eliminations way too hasty, they don’t chase me,I send more red dot’s than pastries,When the medal is sworn, label me the desolate one,It aint no settlin’ beef, im destined to come…To any hood, it aint no justice, you wishin’ it was…This crime life got me stealin’ your goodsI’m a mental patient, on my way to the central station,ain’t no wasting time… and i sure i facing timeBreaker-1-9, the *cops* be swarmingon they walkie talkies, tryin’ to block me with a warnin’I’ma dissapear like Spawn, and be goneto the other side of the country, by the morning…[CHORUS: Kuniva]Now when you reppin’ in these streets say it..and If you’ handlin’ your beef say it..You got your hood on lock say…If its crime on your block say…[VERSE 3: Kon Artis]Cold nights in the pen turn your heart cold,Cold pinches we sleep on keep a black strongMy brother told me « lil’ homie dont get this wrong…If i get locked make sure you keep the dough flowinThe spots owein’, no slowin’, get your grind on »I said for sure, and now you know i got the hood slowed, »My lil’ bro keep up the front like he the one that owe »by the time they figure out i’ll be dead and gone[Verse 4: Kuniva]Now be careful when you see them homies hop out that rideYou can catch a body shot and knock your ribs out your sideAnd the cops are hesitant to come through these parts here,We head-hunters, so it’s evident that we spark fear,Takin’ notes, but always give it to a person in need,Of a serious chin-checkin’ ?to get our point across, clearly aint no miss-understanding,now there’s nothing you can do to keep these missles from landin’When the hooligans come out you should be runnin’ for coverBy the time you recoved from the hit, then here comes anothaAnd you know our presents/ce is felt, like Christmas eveMake an example out of you, for her and his to see…[VERSE 5: Bizarre]Jumped in your carw window, you and your boys get outAK… Tech Nine… Shots rang out…It’s christmas time, my kid needs some toys,Thats why i’m in the Mini-van, with two of my boysThe King, ***** i’m a don….Detroit…Where *****s snatch cartneys and alcazon…I’m drunk as fuck, go on lock me out…and when i wake up, i’ll be at your house chokin’ you out.I’m so fucking, out of my mindI’m moving the east *swines* with 2 and a half linesStreet wars, my *****s ready to fightGuns, pips, we ready tonight![CHORUS: Kuniva]Now when you reppin’ in these streets say it..and If you’ handlin’ your beef say it..You got your hood on lock say…If its crime on your block say…