This That sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1]
Up early in the mornin through the break a night
n*ggas be on the block uptight gettin knifes ready to fight
And release, anger from the belly of the beast
Like work release, on the f*ckin police
I'll percussion bodies like drums and tracks
And break backs a six maniac, poppin they gums and facts
I bugs the clubs runnin with thugs
Makin n*ggas bite the bullet and hug the slugs
Ya whole genetics is pathetic
Got me ready to set it, on a shot M1 type wetted
But instead I blow you buck fifty cross the face
For tryin to look hard in the first place
I need beer and a lotta noise in my ear
In a rowdy atmosphere to even think clear
And all praises due to the LOD's and
f*ck the COPS who try to lock us up and throw away the keys

[Hook]
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
[Verse 2]
I gets to flippin and the phoney can't hold me
Like dyslexia on cerebral palsey with styles, y'all n*ggas know me
And howI drop, physical science on your whole alliance
Try it, what? I Shoot to Kill like motherf*ckin Mad Lion
Who is this doin this emphatic type a disco alpha beta
Funkadelic f*ckin emphasis, from the funk abyss
Blowin up the spot with the pump-rump
Shakin pistol grip, losin n*ggas in the plot
I got you out there like Sonny and Cher
I don't give a f*ck n*ggas goin make me hurt some'in up in here
You get that ass kicked quick fast in a hurry
Tryin to ready the mad styles of Mr. Keith Murray
Tryin to step up to my respected bass and treble level
Will get your head beat in with a shovel
And the only thing that could stop me from gettin sloppy
Is when the hook comes in by the E-double

[Hook]
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
[Verse 3]
I'm sick, I kick the type of sh*t that make you violent
Make the jails crowded, and have everybody talkin bout it
See I be universally, university
Purposely droppin it, psychomatically
Where I'm from is only real hard times
So when I bust on the mic I bust with real hard rhymes
And I'm strapped, with a posse that's ready to snap
And a n*gga who make beats like we live in rap
You get do fiend on the scene please
I spread MC's like some old crazy skin disease
Operation murderation radication on your whole staff
Tryin to find your way down Carlton Ave

[Hook]
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)
Now this goes out to my n*ggas on lockdown
And all my n*ggas on the streets (This That sh*t)