You're Gonna Get Yours

Public Enemy | Durée : 04:05

Auteur : James Henry Boxley III, Carlton Ridenhour

Compositeur : James Henry Boxley III, Carlton Ridenhour

In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one, son of a gun Drivin' by, wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun, never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Out the window, middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout my car when they're walkin' tall Pullin' away, every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid, on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber, fall in my flame This episode always is the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back, tailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let go, my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin' too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang, feelin' proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Cruisin' down the boulevard treated like a superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it, the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride When I'm comin' get to the side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail, better watch my face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn Tinted windows, super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away Understand, I don't drive drunk My 98's fly, I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take his ticket, go to hell and stick it Pull me on a kick but, line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't even know what happenin', what's up Gun in my chest, I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckered wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Step outside, got in my ride Drove them around, looked around town Caught I'm out there cold, ran I'm over and down They didn't get me, that's the truth Cause my 98-O is bullet proof
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