41: 19 lyrics

Artist  : Public Enemy 
Song : 41: 19



 Send "41: 19" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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 fuck? 



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



Bad boys
bad boys what ya gonna do

If you get caught
by our muthafuckin 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

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
3

That's what you get fuckin with my
family



Word is born, your kids miss
you when your gone

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



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



Shootin
at oj

Don't know if he did it

Racist
mutherfuckers 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 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 I'm making

Don't try and take my shit yo, I know lex
yo

I'll have a fit yo

I'll 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



Word is born, your kids
miss you when your gone

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



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