Lyrics:
don't like Bush, you still dyin with us
And trust I haven't forgotten bout the schemes they been plottin
On my people for centuries, I know that
"Well, since we're recording tonight,
And we're ah, we're indebted to you to
Let us be on your album. We have to thank
You for that, this is
accomplished something
I became something nigga
That's who I am to criticize any nigga
Oprah, Bill, Clinton, Cosby, anybody
The fat bitch singing show over, end
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
don't know)
[Krayzie Bone]
My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who
don’t matter though, it ain’t about me
It’s about ideas people with new ideas
People who believe in truth
And yes
As you probably could have guessed by
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
impressed,
I ain't getting undressed just yet,
I'm saving my personal stash,
for a male who can handle me with care,
I don't beat around the bush,
cruise
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
Government of the people
For the people
By the people
Earlier today a Broward County appellate court judge has
Upheld the previous ruling
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush, that big body Benz I was born to push
On my way I'm burning
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
For you can find me smoking Buddha
By the dock of the bay (hey hey)
We got homies in New York
We got respect in LA
We got some hot chicks out in Vegas
hit it from the fuckers who be pulling up to cop it
I'm a big boy, run it up, fuck it up, shoot em up
Hit em up, I be pulling guns out just to eat em up
my heart fast
It is more couth to smoke your kush inside a booth than a bush
But we do what we gotta do when shove come to push
Those are looks
Take my verses aligned perfect, time will show a slight curve
In cyphers, when night turns, I'm leaving with blood on my white shirt
Who you know this
ask me weti happen,
I be force to lie
Well you be ma grand soeur, I go always wish you well
Who knows, sometime this track go make ma album sell
Or e go
what we do to the MIC
Now the booth burning like the tree house
Who set the Bush on fire
You should learn how to speak out
And set the word on power
was six of us together a jolly hungry crew
and as the days went by you know our hunger quickly grew
some fool muttered death or liberty
So that night
on the scene
Sittin' on the train
See all the faces
Look about the same
There go the sellout who's takin' a ride like Cargo
'Cause he deal
The keys from
Expose who, nigga? I'm hood as a gold tooth
Hold two joints in the whip when I roll through the toll booth
I heard the albums niggas just put out, yeah,
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