Lyrics:
the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nah mean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I want to dedicate this one
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
tryin')
And that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed like my third cousin (facts)
Mansoor Mohammed like my real brother (facts)
Dubai embrace me like a Emirati
(shit was dope)
Hey, yo, Eazy! (wassup?)
Hey, man, why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit?
Woke up quick at about
a muther f**kin' ear.
So I can tell you why...
Runnin' With my brothers, headed for the home base.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
again
You my soul fool
Who will know us but our brothers
Those who down with us are thinking
New school, tip top, pound the feeble
Walking
again
You my soul fool
Who will know us but our brothers
Those who down with us are thinking
New school, tip top, pound the feeble
Walking
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it
Yo, in the housing,
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept (bitch)
You're talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contacts was blown by
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
muthafuckin period
I'm not impressed by the jewelry and the mink, dummy
Why don't you put some of your money in the bank, sonny?
And if I hurt your feelings, I
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
got shit to do (shit to do)
Got a album on the way, I'm a busy dude
Now I know why CEO's drinking at noon
You're going on and on, asking favors
that'll make you shout
For you, and you, and all to see
The dopest rhymes, said by me
Listin' these facts for all to know
How to rock a party, keep
the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
own business
So why the police want to send me to prison
They see a brother makin' major cash
They knock a patch out his black ass
And that's
and Young Tre with me
Spent my first advance at Lenox haven't been back in a minute (Gangsta)
Do y'all remember
When I told you I found this kid from
When did it start
At 0500 We're seven minutes in
Okay Private Miller you've been smoking Item 9 for seven minutes and 13 seconds
We're going to ask
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
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