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we stay strong?

Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love

[Chorus]
My people, hold your head up
My people,
won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Big angry man in the doorway there
Just keep on walking like I
come boy, choose life or death

The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks,
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view
Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe
Standing alone
KRS and Melodie live together with D-Nice and Harmony
Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney
BDP!
Yes!

I got a hundred guns two hundred
still in junior high-school, elementary ass niggas
Holler at me when you graduate
We'll be posted right by the four hundred building,
Room four twenty,
we like crockett and tubbs
I pushin' lambo's, big chains and dubs
Lead ya' Flipmode security with snubs

Uppin' club levels, hundred G's enough
And if
with big blades
Dog hoes that give us head (soooo serious)

Hook 2 minus last 2 line
Soooo Serious repeated 3 times
that?" I hadn't heard a thing.

"Back in August--100 head and more."


Yeah, the people they come from everywhere

Just to bid on 'em high and low
come boy, choose life or death

The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks,
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come boy, choose life or death

The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks,
(Silverstein/Taylor)

Stagolee he's a big bad man and he's gonna do you wrong
Now they say he shot his own sweet wife 'cause she cooked his eggs too
up
Tell you bout my lifestyle, I'll walk you through
First mix the Louie wit the Johnnie-Walker blue
Now peep the hooptie, I'm followed by my crew
Yeah, I'm giving it over

Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
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Party every night, and early morning get wasted
All the way 100 you others niggas are make-shift
Roll that rapper weed, you smoke and don't wanna
on a Friday livin on tha edge,
'Cause we all got 'dem hard heads.
It's seems like we all are waitin,
For a drive by playin tag wit satan.
But we chillin yeah we
close range
Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the hour

We're not
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view
Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe
Standing alone
Turn Up (MikeWill made it)
We gon' always get money man
Young Jeezy, Big Sean, Juicy J
Boss shit nigga, let's get it

Every time I go out, you
Ride, cowboy, ride
Don't ride too slow
Tucson's a mighty long way yet to go
He started his long ride in Prescott
The sun was a hundred or more
suvla bay
We were butchered like lambs to the slaughter.


Johnnie turk was ready, oh he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets and he showered us
are having their big Christmas ball

I'll take you in a door and up a high stairs
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere
I'll let you shake hands
close range
Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the hour

We're not
talking 'bout Andre
I put it on your head, I ain't talking no toupee
See I stayed the same, ain't go weird like Lupe
Squeeze on his trigger like ain't no