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[Verse 1: Flavor Flav]

I come out my crib

Walk out on the block its 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 y'all, get on the wall y'all

Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all

Or you take a mean bad fall y'all

TNT, they be playin' for keeps

Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep

[Hook: Flavor Flav and Chuck D]

Word is bond, your kids miss you when your gone

But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo its hot, what they got, (bratatat-tatat) 41 shots

Word is bond, your kids miss you when your gone

But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo its hot, what they got, (bratatat-tatat) 41 shots

[Verse 2: Flavor Flav]

Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do

If you get caught by our muthafuckin' crew?

Shot forty-one, only hit nineteen

They need target practice, that's what it seems to me

Allie-Al is Sharpton than a tack

I'ma be like Allie-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?

Ill bury all you cocka-la-roaches for breakfast

Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish

Cause I can do that shit, G

F-L-A-V-O-R-F-L-A-V, see

To the highest degree times three

That's what you get fuckin' with my family

[Hook: Flavor Flav and Chuck D]

Word is bond, your kids miss you when your gone

But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo its hot, what they got, (bratatat-tatat) 41 shots

Word is bond, your kids miss you when your gone

But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo its hot, what they got, (bratatat-tatat) 41 shots

[Verse 3: Flavor Flav]

Shootin' at OJ, don't know if he did it

Racist motherfuckers mad cause they ain't with it

The police get out the cars searchin' for nuthin'

If you got sumthin', then they got you for sumthin'

That's fucked up, the way they play dirty

Lock em up in jail until he's past thirty

They don't give a fuck about you

They don't give a fuck about me, I'm past thirty three

Word is born, born is my word

I got you before my word fails

Fuck whatcha heard

I keep it real, you never catch me fakin'

When it comes down to money that's what im making

Dont try and take my shit yo, I know lex yo

Ill have a fit yo

Ill turn the whole mutherfuckin' 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

[Hook: Flavor Flav and Chuck D]

Word is bond, your kids miss you when your gone

But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo its hot, what they got, (bratatat-tatat) 41 shots

Word is bond, your kids miss you when your gone

But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo its hot, what they got, (bratatat-tatat) 41 shots