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(Brent Bourgeois/Michael W.Smith)
Here I go,restless heart
Another lovely misadventure in the dark
All my friends who knew me when
Tell me not
Music: Michael B. & di Lorenzo
Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith

Verse 1
You're part of some heaven, but you're feeling like hell.
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
rumble
Get sent up fuck it ??? bubble
Lookin for trouble you've come to the right place
Pun's out the ice age
A caveman raised by a clan of white apes
say what comes around and go around
And when you least expect the ish be goin' down

Gotta' get it how I live, that's how the streets raised me
afraid so, I lay low like a brick 

Quick to make a cameo, so hand me your eardrum 'cause here comes the 411 

Little devils don't go to heaven, 187
a motherfuckin lesson
Get my Smith & Wesson and blow your baby's head off
From watchin bullshit, turn the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I might go like Michael
Say some
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6
Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew
Back from the dead once more again
Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here
Concentration Camp 
You punk motherfuckers fled 
And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin' head 
 
Buck him down, buck him down, come again 
Two
ultimate warrior, W.W.F
I come up victorious, struggle is nothing to Deck
Set it straight for the seeds, to see a better new
Take the real life by
the night 
 W will fly side by side 
 Let me open your heart (come on) 
 Give your life a new start (come on) 
 Turn the river of tears to an ocean
name
Michael
M.W.A
Atha
And in trouble I stayed
Breakin' out of this bubble they made
Played with the dice, but I rolled that seven
And I'll go
ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first
Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy money. They kingdom come...money, They will be done...money, on Earth as it is in money. Give us this day our
to bless to the chest
These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST!
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga
My
Brooklyn Military (OHHH YEAHH)
N.E.W. Y.O.R.K.
We`ll ratch yo` ass like floors that`s parquet
Glorious, come stomp on tour with us
(M.O.P.!) We,
Intro: Ice Cube
Title's n themes, and shit
YaknowhatI'msayin? Just let this motherfucker come on
(yeah let's do this) And be fresh, like I am
[Bizarre]
Put y'all guns down, y'all niggas is under arrest 
What would a nigga named Les that's a child molest 
Who want to confess about the black
Concentration Camp 
You punk motherfuckers fled 
And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin' head 
 
Buck him down, buck him down, come again 
Two
Blaze the hot
trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

Playin my position, hot Nixon
the hot
Trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon' Meth-Tical come and get some

Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This
want deep leave 'em behind 

Aiyo 
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 
Blaze the hot trizack 
Shine like heaven 
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 
Come on Mr. Smith come get some 

My
seven
Blaze the hot

Trizack that sound like heaven
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
My man Meth-Tical come and get some

Playin' my
the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada a** down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down

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