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to say roof And you ask, "Lift up your shirt" Cause you wonder if a tattoo Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through Gang files, but that
something like that Alright, let's kick this shit on the one, kick it Back by demand, now it's big as fuck Because you as the public, you should know
seems to be what makes their clock tick, but to us it fucking stinks When met with resistance, they stamp on it until it breaks Their society remains
about our lives?! You needed wood and cardboard to make those protest signs!" We need fuel! We need paper! It's almost gone! Where are we gonna get
But still, I make girls brown eyes blue at will (until) My ass was no longer mass appeal Oh shit, I guess that was all the fame I was alloted Wait
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya Oh, oh, say can you see By the dawns early light Party with me every night Let down your hands, alright
right just by how to shoot it Tired of running, choirs is humming Tell us to visit, we lying about coming Now back to business, loading the guns in
hot, fire is proven To burn for eternity, return of the student That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot it Tired of running, choirs is
Uh ha, what? Young Soldierz in this motherfucker And Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alright It's on, nineteen ninety fuck [Chorus] Now everybody