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Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumour
[ Charlie Wilson ]
You have no idea 
[ Roger Troutman ]
(You have no idea)
[ Charlie Wilson ]
what I'm goin through
[ Yolanda Harris/Shirley
the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick

I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk
featuring DJ Rogers  Puff 



[Intro: La the Darkman  (DJ Rogers & Puff)] 

Yeah. Yeah. One. Two. 

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. (Oh) 

Time for
up ya people nigga
Don't call Pharocon to squash it
Better yet call the sheriff
And the coroner's office
Tell 'em there's a dead body
In
By Roger Waters
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able
Yeah it's young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne
And paper planes too
know I fuck whores outta habit 
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit! 
'cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back 
By a black ass dirty
stipes did with REM
Rev up the RPMs
How do I begin to try to paint this sin, of rules?
That divides God's people in two

In the beginning, religion
and rule the streets
Pictures of the Smurfs tattooed on the sides of their jeeps

When the mouse that roared
Bites the elephant that feeds
Ringmaster
Transcribed by patrick and nicola


[sarah:]
"I am tired and I'm bored,", he said. /
"and I've got kinks in my bed. /
This work, how I hate it, I'd
the house
It's all good in the hood hustling like illegal
Soon as you get it, hot skirt, like for them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner
the ghetto copped the soundtrack.
Street poetry to tracks, could you beat that?
Malik Taylor introduced it to me. 
He said, 'Forget Benny Hill, nigga.
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
I love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name ain't Sting

Or Roger Clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame
'Cause all you sap suckers
courses and dialogue
Regional atlanta, alabama savannah
I kick a rhyme like a ball to indiana
Missouri, kentucky, like dent, call me bucky
Rogers i'm
own qoute
Now should I clear myself for samples?
Or make cats examples of my cowboy status Boyd Roger?
You ever see Oliver Twist and his boostin man
own qoute
Now should I clear myself for samples?
Or make cats examples of my cowboy status Boyd Roger?
You ever see Oliver Twist and his boostin man
the house
It's all good in the hood hustling like illegal
Soon as you get it, hot skirt, like for them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner
now, ooh, the humanity"

"Now, with the help and support of the woman I love."

"Urging the people to evacuate the city as Martians approach."
on the street or I'm out at the mall
And people be talking that blah blah blah
Ha ha ha ha ha
But anyway, a regular day is just like this
Canibus writes
don't go to heaven
Us g's live bad on the street
I gotta hustle hard cause a nigga gotta eat

[silkk]
Cause nobody ever gave me nothin' but a hard time
Streets waving to all my people
I'm feeling more at home than Reese Taylor
This are what memories are made of
I remember each grudge, each favor
Each