Lyrics:
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in public
More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot,
including
Racial prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
Generated by
cried, "More, more, more"
More, more, more
Ooh yeah little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
Ooh yeah little angel
She want more
back
But now I know
I have authority
In the Name
Above all other names
I'm wasting no more time
I'm taking my stand
Little by little
I'm taking
at a time of extremism
A time of revolutionWhat is revolting
A game? A power structure
The American power structure? No the
French power structure? No
Then
to burn for you
Id give you all and have none, babe
Just-a, just-a, just-a, just-a
To have you here by me because
In the midnight hour, she cried more, more
in the shade
When you're workin' all the time
Make a little more love, more love
And be happy for the rest of your life
Be happy for the rest
do
We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this world a little better
Try a little more, harder than before
Let's do what we can do
Here we go
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were
Here we go
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were
Woke up and you're still not beside me
Missed calls seem more and more unlikely
Probably wouldn't even know what to say
You'd tell me I really
go by Dizzy Wright though, with the rifle
In 1991, I'm lookin' like Michael
The same year that the police beat up
On Rodney King and gave us
Something
finna die fo'
Slow down, ride slow, don't forget your Bible
The Golden Age, you livin' in a cycle
Nigga you dealin' with a psycho
He go by Dizzy Wright
day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split
Four niggas in a whip, AK banana clip
War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide
Everything alive dies, why
Earl ]
I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh
Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar
Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll
By the time I
do we do
We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this world a little better
Try a little more, harder than before
Let's do what we
Twista, first time I kicked it off with "Adrenaline Rush"
Next album I kicked it off with "They Kill Us All"
This time, I'ma show you how to "Check
Twista, first time I kicked it off with "Adrenaline Rush"
Next album I kicked it off with "They Kill Us All"
This time, I'm a show you how
Yeah, it might be you, uh
And if you sittin' still because you're a little bit nervous
Cause you really don't know what I'm getting ready to come with
Just as the sun illuminates the sky
That’s what I feel every time you walk by, you walk by
Another little love song
I wrote for you
I was hoping
Takin off it's about that time
Spent too long being left behind
This little light gotta let it shine
I heard that call pickin up the line
Like
you free!? I need you hear by me because
In the midnight hour, she cried more! more! more!
With a rebel yell, she cried more! more! more! wow!
In
by me
Because in the midnight hour she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more, wow
In the midnight hour, babe, more
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