Lyrics:
inside your mind, the time is up, and die by the bomb
I'm only a human being, but I choose to be bigger
and target everyone who would've called my father
mother's walkin' around packin' a .357 snub
And many cops dropped dead
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
'Cause it's
Seem like everybody out there tripping I'm just trying to make a living
Mother fucker why you hate
It just make me want to slip a clip in hit
Watch the truth get indoctrinated
No money, no doctors for patients
Always money for bombs and not payslips
And the bullets, they keep you in slavery
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
the truth get indoctrinated
No money no doctors for patients
Always money for bombs and the payslips
And the bullets, they keep you enslaved
Mother won’t
Push and pull me
Try to control me
My flesh and bones will only break
(ToShay... the real ToShay... the real ToShay... the real ToShay... mother
dying
Osama-sama Bin Laden is dropping bombs man
In a situation like this
How can I reach calm man, calm man, my nigga
Is hard hard times
Like it's so
[Young Noble] (talking)
We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz!)
Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown)
The Low-LIfes in this mother
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying (yeah)
People Crying (uh huh)
Lord help us
Bono:
Oh Mother, mother,mother
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
Hotel.
Yvonne Thatcher is gunned down and her murderer
Flies away a free man.
Rajiv Gandhi fights dave his country after the
Assassination of his mother
on
Been away so long, feel like a tickin' time bomb
They make judgement to my kind, who the odds is against
Put our backs on the fence, so we self defence
never run
Block out bombs with my sick shades
Cause Atomic Sun is never far away
Three months then flew by
Woke up on the lawn
Kicked me out of the house
'Til I'm gone away
This is what I'll say
This what I'll say
'Til I'm gone away
This is what I'll say
This what I'll say
'Til I'm gone away
straight up with
Kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream
"Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see it's you
Bullets
do anything for Monster Crack
Give away her body, steal from her brother
Fight her father or sell her mother
Cause when you're possessed by Crack, God
you say and you gave it all away
Wasting time watching the moon turn into day
I was up at that time plotting rhymes over the lines
Dropping bombs on MCs
P Diddy:
What's going on
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell me
P Diddy:
People dying, people crying, Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother, there's too many of you
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother
There's too many of you
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother
There's too many of you
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother
There's too many of you
Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not
equality in the circle
Of life or we won't even have dust
No, we won't even have dust
I have to get high to get away from it all
So I can get by, but
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