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[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
'til they head get popped off
By the realest MC, and that's ME!
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in
'til they head get popped off
By the realest MC, and that's ME!
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in
to ya real nigga, take it how ya want

Yo, These are the do's and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white

They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them I ain't
tonight

But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white

They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
and white

Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my moral soul be blessed
By someone close to me

I came to him with
While horsemen ride across the green 
And Snow White still remains unseen. 
Pegasus, the winged horse, 
Relays his messages by Morse. 
And like
Its all in your mind,
In your mind

I don't want to believe
And I don't want to live
By the excuses
Of your weakness

'Cause a woman should
from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts

You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please
Shake em up wake em up

Might seem just kind of strange might seem just kind of plain
So When u see me all you see white ts and wallet chains
But when
sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain
Only a pawn in
got more than the blacks, don't complain
You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain
And the Negro's name
Is used, it is plain
the serpent's rules

With all its do's and don'ts
The future's an empty promise
I'm concerned and so tired of waitin'
But we could sell it wooden horses full
the serpent's rules

With all its do's and don'ts
The future's an empty promise
I'm concerned and so tired of waitin'
But we could sell it wooden horses full
All my life was a paper once plain, pure and white.
Till you moved with your pen changin' moods now and then
till the balance was right
Then you
All my life was a paper
Once plain, pure and white
Till you moved with your pen, changin' moods now and then
Till the balance was right
Then you
closed down, like most of the town
And it won’t be open again

And the big white car, sits out in the yard
Of the house he built solid and true
Oh, but I
Written by Julia Fordham

I have been imagining myself
Under you over you outside you
I have been happy in my thinking

Drive me to the mountains
windows of the factories

Pickin bones of a better day
As I roll on the down the low highway

Travelin’ now
On the low highway
By the yellow moon
White are the far-off plains, 
And white the fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight
A great white horse in a grassy plain
Waits to move again for the spirit train 

And I wonder how long
I wonder how long
And I know not long 

In
his gun game
I'm fun aim, lax gun range
White load the felly fell
Holla at the kid proper
If somethin' happen, skip rappin'
The'll be big choppas
tonight

But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white

They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them