Technique is ill son  watch how I spill one

Peace to Biggie  2Pac  Big L and Big Pun
Havoc on the streets of Staten  snitches
House niggas  children watch
As they produce the same pattern

Somebody raped our women
  murdered our babies
Hit us with the cracks and guns
In the early 80's
For those that murdered me shall
Stand before God
To fall at the hands of fate
Then out comes the rod
Bring it back  bring it back
Bring it back

What the f**k is going on
I can't go to sleep
Feds jumping out their jeeps
I can't go to sleep

Babies with flies on they cheeks
It's hard to go to sleep
Ish bowled two 6's twice
I couldn't go to sleep
Aiyyo we deep in the stairs
We carry big guns
Whippy got hit up with the big shit

Bong bong
Stop at the cheeba spot
Then pass the leak spot
Drove past y'all niggas again  you took a cheap shot
Not knowing  f**king with me you
Get your meat chopped
You thought we fell on our face
  you need to be stopped
Call on the chariots  call on an ambulance

You better smile  my nigga you on Candid Cam
Gangsta broad  these be the laws
Walk with big balls
Nigga  motherf**king eunuch
  I even take which was yours
I'm the nigga that made you  man
When your rap wasn't doing well
I'm the nigga that gave you a hand

Don't kill your brother  learn to love each other

Don't get mad  cause it ain't that bad

Look at who you are  you've come too far

It's in your hands  just be a man

Get the jelly out your spine

Cobwebs out of your mind

I can't go to sleep  I can't shut my eyes
They shot the father at his mom's
Building seven times
They shot Malcolm in the chest
Front of his little seeds
Jesse watched as they shot King on the balcony

Exported Marcus Garvey cause he tried to spark us
With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers
Oh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots crackling

Her husband's head in her hands
You tried to put it back in
America's watching  blood-stained

Ink blotches
Medgar took one to the skull for
Integrating college
What's the science  Somebody
This is trick knowledge
They try to keep us enslaved and
Still scrape for dollars
Walking through Park Hill  drunk as a f**k
Looking around like these Devils
I'm ready to break this world down
They got me trapped up in a metal gate
Just stressed out with hate
And just give me no time
To relax and use my mind to meditate
What should I do  grab a blunt or a brew
Grab a  22 and run out there and
Put this f**king violence in you
I can't go to sleep  I can't shut em  son   I