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all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't
his blood to run
Well he alone could have saved his life
By throwing down his gun

Chorus

Well I'd rather die like donahue
That bush-ranger so brave
the burden
Or your jealous bastard
I don't wanna be the Tarzan of your next epic disaster

She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that
the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you
seen a lot, I participated in wars
I've seen so many, so many things
With the help of us could have been set right

Don't you wanna go to the moon also
go softly, softly round the habitat
Ratchet in the right hand
They got no one to stab it at
Take a walk, Billy, don't be a hero
Effort's on minimal
all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't
all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't
over your eyes
And you can't ever be gypsy 'cause you don't have no place to wear a gold earring"
He just looked me right straight in the eye and said,
right! I want the right to talk
I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk
Where I wanna, yell and I'm gonna
Tell and rebel every time I'm
hat's gonna fall down over your eyes
And you can't ever be gypsy
'Cause you don't have no place to wear a gold earring"
He just looked me right
that white feel
But that don't even matter though, tryin? to pay the light bill

Light bill, phone bill plus my granny nerve pills
Feel like I should be
mouth, and show me love, bitch

I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch)
I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you
Building's occupied
Broke the glass, walked right inside

Wouldn't be advisable to enter
You don't know the number of hostiles
Of it anyone's got guns
Or is
for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's
right! I want the right to talk
I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk
Where I wanna, yell and I'm gonna
Tell and rebel every time I'm
This song right here, 
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
trying to be free, man
Whagwan man, let me be, man
What's the problem? You hear me?
I don't apologize for nothing

I try to act right, I try to be
were never
Born!"
Buffoon: "Fuckin' shit!"
Richie: "Yeah, fuckin' shit is right buddy! Don't think I'm kidding
Around, man! I'm crazy! I'll
Smash your
the store e'ry time
That nigga that be-I-g, go hard e'ry rhyme

Crowns all around I'm right after Martin Luther
No Jr. senior ?cause Bamboo is Antwan Junior
If a coward wanna jump its goin be a bloody mess

Bitch



Chorus x2



Verse 3 

(Marcus)



Now we can get it buck in da club

With niggaz I suggest
Okay!  Thought about it, still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
back, I'm at peace at night 
No more cops, no more Rodney King's 
No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means 
AIDS don't exist, plus my
gotta get up to get down

Push, push in the bush
But don't step on the toes 'cause you might get smushed
It's the brother from around the way
a crazy whiff
Of the dragon

I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right