the eyes Bad news from swing street George was only fourteen when they put him in prison for a seven dollar robbery Bad news from swing street Nobody
Bad news from swing street Jonathan was only seventeen when armed he went into the cours of S. Rafael in august nineteen seventy Bad news from swing street
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped
to dream [50 Cent] You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus Never bothered me, strong arm robbery I went from countin' Jelly donuts to taking the most From
, out on the streets Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad
, I pay dues I spray crews Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news Runnin' this racket, from New York to Montego Slaughterin' people, bring a ton of keys from
you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by but I must have just missed him Am I in a southwest street gang
all about it The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album Fuck a truce put the side on the news Got killers that'll ride from the loc to
you got to have heart from the start man Fake snitches and fake bitches Thats probably why I break niggas and break bitches Word on the streets Bad
your head spin like the exorcist The good news is I shot you but the bad news is your ass lived I can create something from nothing like a magician I
shows And fuck dose who oppose we runnin' them hoes 365 motherfuckin' days a year I have your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin' from
man ! Murder, murder- It's perverse, man ! Murder, murder- Nothing's worse than Bloody murder In the night ! [hyde] Bad news from god, teddy ! [first
curse, man! Murder, murder - It's perverse, man! Murder, murder - Nothing's worse than Bloody murder In the night! HYDE: Bad news from God, Teddy! FIRST
game in my vein won't change little homies on the street know my name its the M-A-S to tha R-P A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets would
they choose So if you gone ban gangsta rap Then you got to ban the news That means no weather report No waco and the bad reverand No channel 4 channel
gossip That I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects Can I? Does a plant grow from a plant yes Do trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitoris
