Lyrics:
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby
Look inside these walls and you see
Oh my god
Jump
Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games
We got everything you want, honey, we know the names
We are the people that can
never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now
But God, does it feel so good
'Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could,
her that dudes gon' want some ass
And whatever you do, do it with class
She wanna E, but to me, you gotta earn it
You can't circumvent life, you
know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood
asylums
I swear my life on the bible
Baby it's whatever you want
If you got ambitions or
If you just trynna kick it
And lay on top of this
Million dollar
just to be the undisputed again
Do whatever I gotta do just to win
'Cause I got this motherfucking cloud over my head
Crown around it, thorns on it
nah, nah, nah (zagadat)
You know seh your got what me want
And I'ma give you whatever you want
So, baby, come give me some love
Oh, nah, nah, nah,
her black Mariah
Would I lie to you?
That girl's not right in the brain
Mass convulsions
Strike the choir
By the grace of God
Gun it while I'm
Oh my god
Jump
Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games
We got everything you want, honey, we know the names
We are the people that can
money, got bills, so I chase it
But stay on my Deen, 'cause without it, I'm faithless
They promise they with you, they lies
They just want what you got
your peace
Well, you got something to say, speak now or hold your peace
If it's information you want you can go get it from the police
Politician got
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
the stars and bring you one back
(Whatever you want, you know that you'll get it, baby)
I'll walk through the sun for you (ooh)
'Cause there's something
other
Or how we sisters and brothers
Cover the land in corners of poems and stone
Go hard with it, let em know you God with it
Even though I authored
The masses, masses, the masses, masses
Mass is the property of matter regardless of the state
But it seems we don't matter until we're properties of the state
the house
And me, y'all know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide
and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
Whatever's in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look
Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away
The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were
from down home.
This young man has never been north before.
I want you to listen to me, I got something to tell
You.
He heard about Chicago.
He
whatever nigga, who want to follow?
It gets coarse like the calice of a struggling black foot under privilege
I'm quick to stick you for your whole bank book
the message resembled Brenda's Got a Baby
What's crazy was, I was hearin' about it
But doubted your ignorance, how could you ever
Just put her on blast
Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast"
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between
a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in
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