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 [M2:] "Hey, hey, Willie! how's it going?"
 [Toll Booth Willie:] "Hey, can't complain, pop. how's 'bout you?"
 [M2:] "Oh, great, great. How
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
book which contains the words of God
Six hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen
without being seen by the pawns
Call me Bishop, bishop takes
up in relationship, with God
And the amazing thing about it
Is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess
And you can tell God "I'm
tell me, Bishop, what I gotta gain?
Didn't I tell you trials come to make (you strong)
And those old storms won't (last long)
How can I trust God in
co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!

(singing)


Flies all green an'
ex-calibers
Do art with your arteries, place that for my adversaries
Put your snap back cap back, cap your capillaries like

It's not latin, or white, or black
And the amazing thing about it
Is wherever you find yourself right now, you can confess
And you can tell God "I'm sorry;
I had the wrong cue, I was doing the wrong
{written by Sheryl Crow, Jeff Trott and Brian McLeod}
{additional vocal by Larry Graham}
Everyday is a winding road, is a winding road, is
fiends scopin out my rock shit
Diamond on some H&R Block shit
Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot
Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot
On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo', So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That
the juice like bishop had wit him
That just don't give a fuck, semi
Like ol' dog had wit him
I'm sayin prayers for my enemy
I hope god bless him before
it's easy for me to understand
How you could just kill a man

[Chorus]

I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
Dolequeue, Lord Private Zoo,
Lord Hanging Bishop and Lord Valium, too."

"I know you think you have a job
But the whole world knows it's ended.
Why do you
a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given
Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty
o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given
Been
now dig this here right 
Now I can remember one time I said, 
"It's eighty-eight, time to set em straight right?" (word up) 
What we gotta do is see
be God
(Whoa)
Listen to the nigga flow now, I can speed it up or slow down
Face the facts baby, I got it locked like this and like that baby

Southern
change the world
By opening your legs
Well it isn't very hard
Try kicking them instead
And you thought you could change his mind
By changing your perfume
of Jeff Thor
To death do us all, the sets I recall, til we rest in the morgue
From the pilgrimage of Larry Huger, to the tribes of Judah
We live our
fiends scopin out my rock shit
Diamond on some H&R Block shit
Hear me, gets Larry and his sneakers are shot
Word to me Dunn, the uniform do mean a lot
People told me I was getting P-whipped
When I was living with the Queen of Egypt
But now she's dead and I'm getting by just fine
Ask Frankenstein
So Larry
On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo', So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That
the comp, ice on the arm
Nights when I storm, snipin' your moms, right from the Bronx
Mic in the palm it's the ghetto God
I rip a nigga heart out his frame