Lyrics:
she said she's eating on the run but she ain't N.O.R.E
She said she's got a man but he ain't worried
But baby I'ma have to rob him like Horry
She
and he miss, but we admire a trier
Finesse king, you can never lie to a liar
But Fred got the fire, I fire for days
I gotta write them in my notes,
sah!
Though it once had a dreadful shower of rain
We who are blessed they just can't put us under
Martyrs golden text is bondage never again
If not by
yet, why don't you check wid France
Yes big fat bwoy than you must understand
Haitian land is no longer in your hand
(Still trying to figure out)
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
It could be the napalm, droppin' non stop bombs,
Armed like vietnam, dominatin' like King Kong.
Lyrical madness, step up, take up, and start
driven by a bigot fuck
Why you think that heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard sky
Ain't no covering tracks, and that's why I'm here, and oh yes
My axe
Now I gotta run some errands
But when I come back, please
Have a nigga salmon cooked
Yes, love
You know I got you, baby
Sock it to me, uh (ay,
the rebirth comin' at you this year, baby
It's on, baby
Yeah
To the hood, may this be the day that we pop them bottles
This is mandatory, what if there's
ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila
To cure, to cure, I'm diggin' that Laila
Hathaway, can we get away sweety
Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy
without my hand on my heat
I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
And we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the penny
Big cereal - chompin, white
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen
Young hunks
Cyberpunks
And sweet things
Trying hard to change your luck
Baby thugs
Bad spuds
And mean things
Living for today or maybe even
done, though you can't run
Got a job to be done, so you've got to do it
Even a little by little
Yes the promised land
Going to the promised land
Said
a rocket we blastin' off, whoa
This is the aftershock
Back from the grave like I'm Lazarus
Back out the grave like a king, uh
I had to show them
on the news
Playing with them bands
I ain't playing by the rules
Please stop playing girl you know how we do
Menajahtwa, bada-bing, bada boom
Ha, this
playin' on the West Coast
Keep some pretty girls 'round me everywhere that I go
We made it out the streets, pop a bottle, let's make a toast
I run
is an overwhelming responsibility
Oh, fluffy duck
We walked through the maternity ward and saw two hundred and eighteen babies wearing nylons
It
as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building
West Movement Baby
We the West and we run the map
This that we and we run the map
This that New West Movement
This that New West Movement Baby
We
a hot boy
But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to
We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines
I'm
your face I see a coward and a dimwit
Looking to run up in my private home just like you was the folks
Serving a warrant to a baby daddy, who didn't
your- check you
You gon' let that- play you, you know we 'gon rep you
Next mornin' every news channel and front page
Headlines another rapper was
Teriyaki baby
(Go ahead, baby)
Teriyaki baby
(Go ahead, baby)
We got big jewels (big jewels), big cars (big cars)
Big watch on a pair of bapesta's
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