Lyrics:
to the cause
Cause it is what it is and not what it was
Children of the revolution
Okay, now that you realize Obama don't run shit
Get your guns ready and pack
Mission creep, sometimes I get thrown by things
Call me Bighead
And disposable scrap-pad man
A sickly stickler
I used a stick as a gun back there
Ask me
But no sell-out, I guess I'm just barred
I ain't changin' mine for no body
They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE
I can't get a bleep? What's
is my gun, revolutions already begun
(Whaa)
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Well, all I know
That I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't
what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I
n'arrivera rien qu'il n'ait été prédit
Regarde comment mon peuple souffre
Je n'en peux plus met de
La violence dans ma révolution
Meurs par les mains
A bullet in the barrel of a big bad gun
Lying by the river in the park, I do smell good
Still don't remember why my clothes stink like sandalwood
Fresh
hella ruthless tox:
Tumany: Mashallah
We marching y'all like revolution
And shit be real in the
Field we getting executed
Tox: Plus rien ne va
Y'a qu'a la
on movin, keep on livin'
Detroit to Houston, LA to Milwakee
On top of the hill and down in the street
You should know you better get out
Got my gun by my
Stance means I get shit
Regret quick and change to some vex
Tick, balled up, sittin' on some hurt
Got you swallowed up you live by the gun
The same shit
j'exprime j'en ai marre
de cette situation nous vivons
ce gouvernement nous discrimine, vous voulez que nous perdions la tête. la tasse a été remplie le temps
bring it on, death about to grow from the seeds you sown
You fertilized it with poverty, you watered it with dope
And harvested it by the guns that
I am my mother's son
I beat a whole army
With no gun
I got a stiff backbone
With a couple of stones
And though my home
Has fell like Rome
I'm gonna
Don't fuck with us, you don't want none
Don't trust no one, so we brought guns
Know guns'll bust when the squad come
No bumpin' gums, we don't talk
smellin now
Go head and get out cop grabbed his gun and than it went
Why he gotta die why he gotta die
Why she gotta die why she gotta die
Why they gotta
You will not be able to stay home, brother
(cyo, welcome to Generation Wavy yo)
The revolution will not be televised
cyo, yuh, yuh, yuh
cyo,
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
Get gangsta girl
Gangsta
(Repeat 4X)
[Foxy Brown]
Still reppin the K gun in the waist
Hit by the Neptunes
Throw in that bass
Yeah y'all niggas
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
Brothers stick though remindin' me of revolution
If the drama comes I'ma have to, uhh, pop his gun
It's the Sun God, yeah
To the sun
To the sun
feather making traditions. When guns were introduced by foreigners, the kia manu took to using it because it was so much easier than the old ways; however
I front line for mine
A young Malcolm in his prime
No ice watch talk
But the revolution took time
Mommas crying sons dying
Crackers got us in dat
could start a revolution
If words won't work we'll use machine guns
Take what was built from our blood, sweat, and tears
And then build a new world for
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
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