Lyrics:
to keep me from killin' you
The greatest atrocities ever committed
On this planet have been in the name of God
This country was founded by Puritans
For
find a way to survive, shit is a miracle
We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge
Bread in the oven by the roaster
We be
better my rhymes
Throw down in the kitchen, might need better then moms
Wake me up with some head, ain't no better alarm
Move in by myself, a force when
From Stegosaurus Age, there was a Club that controlled us in our souls, mm
They keep us in line tell us to do all the time
And they hold us by our
who?
Twin-turbo 911 make it vroom vroom
We in all black, my mechanic, make the tool move
Say you sip lean, yeah, I do too
I ain't tryna hit your cup,
the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto),
Honk yo horn as she's walking by right now
Yeah
I need some of that, so fresh out the pack
I'll pop yo cherry like a bottle, take a swing
when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
You
x2]
Ooooh wee, it's alive
You better run and hide
Cover your ears and your eyes
[Ice Cube]
The world had to bow to this new style
Dial 9-1-1
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
Destruction, erosion, eruption, explosion
Compulsive emotion; divided by demons
What was the quotient, impulsive implosion?
The masters the leaders;
I remember when it seemed so easy
We dream of the life that we see on TV
The world's ruled by materialism
New cars, big house, new stereo system
I
Yeah I mean it when I say fuck omicron
I don't want that shit man I want it gone
Yeah I wanna be enriched but I feel conned
By boris eating cocaine laced
the building
Okay, day time soldier, night time rider,
911 survivor,yeah I feel u, and who am
I to try to keep hope alive
When I'm seeing dead babies floating
the things I feel
Straight quoted in nine-trey by the dime
Taking shit down we ain't like the price
He clutches the wine and tips it in cyonide
Plastics which
math, now it's Porsche 911
And I'm floorin' the gas
Got a lot of problems
Money's one that I not have
Date ballplayers' wives, that divorced
And got half,
the same we close knit
Roll weed up by the ocean
You closing shop we open
We all know that the bullshit be talking
And that real shit be walking
It’s a 9-11
gotta leave
Yo yo ayo
I'm fed up with bein rejected
Detected, by your radar
You heard me and you ejected the tape
No there's no escape
I can't
Get with it
Get with it
Get with it
Got beats that are boomin to keep the crowd movin
Cause this administration needs some removin
Since 9/11 got war
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
other females out
I tell the bitch to beat it, take the scenic route
She retaliates by tryin' to leave the house
In an evening gown with her cleavage
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
better my rhymes
Throw down in the kitchen, might need better then moms
Wake me up with some head, ain't no better alarm
Move in by myself, a force when
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