Lyrics:
Mic check, mic check
One (one), two (two), three (three)
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three (three), two (two),
a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all
God bless the master of this
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Monday`s calling you too early when you`re sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in
Then call us by our names
Most intellects do not believe in God
But they fear us just the same
Oh, on and on and on and on
(My cypher keeps moving
saved if it is God's blessed will
Oh no said George that will not do I want to die so free
I want to die for the engine I love one hundred and forty
I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by;
But I got to the river so lonesome I wanted to die, Oh Lord!
And then I jumped in the river,
, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggas time to die
Even as a lil'
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
in Stamford Jail they now do lie
Until their trial comes on
So come all you gallant poachers
That does hear of we three brothers
For it’s our
for Christmas
Now I'm living in paradise, oh
[Christina Aguilera] (Dr. John)
I'm, I'm feeling mighty fine
Got good music on my radio
(Yes you do
at midnight.
Listen very carefully to me. I don't have much time and I'm being watched.
You're being watched? By who?
I have your pictures.
Oh, thank you.
would, die for, you (die for, you)
I love you Daddy
I remember February 27, 1994
Tryin' to make it to the hospital through three inches of snow
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
The wheels go down
I'm back in town
Three months full of summer
And nothing to do
It's been a strain at the reins
But the picture remains
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
gonna do what I please
Let's get married
In a big cathedral by a priest
'Cause if I'm the man that you love the most
You can say I do at least
hideous what were you thinking? Oh
By the way
I wasn't really sick last week i just didn't
Want to go to your stupid office picnic
Oh, and when I told you
alright
For a flag we die or kill
As long as we don't know it, do it just to pay the bills
If we forget about 'em
Don't worry
If they forget about us
gonna do what I please
Let's get married
In a big cathedral by a priest
'Cause if I'm the man that you love the most
You can say I do at least
Well
Haunted by the loss of time
Feet stuck frozen in the snow
These crazy things you do
Shame
Shame
Shame
Oh oh oh
Shame
Shame
Shame
Oh oh oh
alright
For a flag we die or kill
As long as we don't know it, do it just to pay the bills
If we forget about 'em
Don't worry
If they forget about us
T'ain't what you do; you can't die for your pay
The W.P.A.
The W.P.A.
The W.P.A.
Now don't be a fool; working hard is passe
You'll stand from five
out on the corner
To see what I could do
I guess I get to play the races
I'm passin' it on to you
6-3-8 is the number today
6-3-8 is the number you
And every evil soul will surely die in spite of
And seven tears, but do not fear
For in the distance, twelve souls from now
You and me will still be here
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