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Hanna-Barbera's Pic-a-Nic Basket of Cartoon Classics (Hanna-Barbera) · Sin Sin Sin/Our Love (Robbie Williams) · Sin Sin Sin [Single Version] (Robbie Williams) · Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast (Airbourne) · Too Much, Too Little, Too Late (Johnny Mathis) · Sin After Sin [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Judas Priest) · Sin After Sin [Bonus Tracks] (Judas Priest) · Sin After Sin (Judas Priest) · 20 Years in Sin Sin (Mad Sin) · 20 Years in Sin Sin (Mad Sin) – and 90 other albums »


motherf***ers
And there is gonna be some p****s
Now the real n****s are gonna be the ones with
Money and b****es
The p****s are gonna be the n****s
mutha-f***as
And there's gonna be some p****s
Now the real n****s gonna be the ones with money and b****es
The p****s are gonna be the n****s on the floor
Hadji
Up it ain’t too many men godly
Hideous so many cities bust in
Ferguson to Libya, Benghazi
Human equality never been a level playin’ field
Man it
too futuristic for you hoezz to catch it
I'm a god send, the fallen angel and I do sin

Far from perfection but still considered a gem
Thank you
Young Nino, f-ck a b**** in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B do, p-mp c, arpedo
I goes deep in that p****, Dan Marino
She wanna be
talkin' beef, eat it up cause I'm hungry
F*** YARS, n**** im extortin'
Feelin' like J-Prince n****
J-Prince son Jas, f*** with every time
I was in LA
How many times have you tried so hard to break me
Too many times I cried after saying a prayer
I got a secret that's hard to believe
I saw the eyes
the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back splashes
Then a wack black chat
the trash it, jack it
(World star)
How in the fuck am I ripping and reaching the masses?
Asses, faggots, too many back splashes
Then a wack black chat
eat p**** 'cause I'm too stubborn in my ways, come on 

[Chorus]

[Mase] 
I need to be licked from my head to my feet 
To make a long story short,
the camera recordin'
Makin' that p**** too soft and
You get it again in the mornin' ha

Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm
of backstabbing a** snakes with friendly grins 
I'm tired of committing so many sins 
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins 
Tired of never
the mighty one, call a bad one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like Lasuran then a bomb do
T-H-E MC O-F are-H-P T-O L-double O-K
I am a sinner, who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't
first

(I hope they ready)

A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
Enemies of the state take center stage
And watch the rules we violate
Now we recall and fall
For all sins of life and break the law
There's many us
than a f**k -- then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga
World champions and you M.V.P -- you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D --
there's so many L-are-P's
Lone Range Pimpin jumpin up on this track man you underdig?
We spit these L-are-P's and we do this damn thing real toughlike
[Featuring Master P Silkk The Shocker] 
[C Murder] 
How many of my TRU niggas actually get a second chance at life 
at their dreams? not many huh
And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life: 
F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!"

[From the soundtrack:] "Hi! "After many
Nigga thug all day any day, even when I'm in L.A. I roll with the thugs
Better creep to the city and look for the weed spot
Stop cause I gotta get bud
And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life: 
F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!"

[From the soundtrack:] "Hi! "After many
And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life: 
F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!"

[From the soundtrack:] "Hi! "After many
raw
They say nice guys finish last and the good die young
Too many real niggas put to death by the hand of the gun
Sitting on my old block
creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life