Lyrics:
Di system weh dem have yah it create this crisis
Yuh see a ghetto yute with a gun na, call him no boy
His gunshot to rahtid
Lock off jobs in all
knows it wasn't you who set me free
So oftentimes it happens that we live our lives in chains
And we never even know we have the key
But me, I'm
the grung a so dem want fi set it
Yow ghetto youths just louw the gun play
Cah you live by the gun a by the gun you shall pay
Grab a gal and just have a good
get eleven points off the word 'quagmire'
Fools can't see me and that's how it is
And that's how I like it and that's my biz
Beastie Beastie Boys
Time hurries on, look and it's gone
The changing of the autumn tide
The hopes that live, the dreams that die
If I could have you by my side, I'd give
I don't read the XXL
Tote the .45 to church, think I'm destined for hell, oh well
Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece
It's bloodshed, feel
If you really want to be my friend
Let me live it up like I used to do
If you really want to understand me
There's some giving up we got to do
once was Granada
It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along
Entranced by the beauty before me
Entranced by a land full
And cut em up like protein
The Lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed
Set it some bitch-ass nigga, I'm widdit
You couldn't fuck with the skills
down.
Seems the last day of the miners' strike,
was the Magna Carta in this part of town"
Well my body sank below the ground
it became as black
broken-hearted love for you
My heart has gone as still as a corpse
Why the fuck should I apologize?
Country's orderless, it's a lie
By these fuckin'
'bout beefin', lettin' them K's spark
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers, them real niggas
Niggas who did time, hard-to-kill niggas
How you
since I was a juvenile
They cut me loose in nine deuce I swore to tell the whole truth
Keep it gang-bang 100 proof
Everybody say hey snoop did death
Cause this little thing here gonna set a new pace
Hey now, I feel a new one comin' on so that you can sing along with it
Right now and I'm gonna
stores came where you do it yourself
You buy a lotto ticket and food off the shelf
Forget the little man
Forget about that little man
He hung
the blame, he went away,
It set the stage for Gally’s life.
Can we go to a place where it’s warm?
Devoid of hard drugs, juvenile reform?
Leaving Leith,
(I know where you are)
Room by room
You think you've got it all set up
You think you've got the perfect plan
To charm everyone you see
And playing any
phoney
I'm as real as it gets
Your homie soft and he pussy
I'd rather chill with his bitch
Finna set it off in this bitch, set it off in this bitch
Double
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
To fend it off and fool them all
Solitude
Waste of a man
This fades as soon as the sun sets
I know all these fade or all that lives
Imagine here's
Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunny
Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis
Bill was the heir to the Standard
playhouse tumbling down
I'm gonna tear your playhouse down pretty soon
I'm gonna tear your playhouse down room by room
You think you've got it all set
'cause I got nothin' to do
Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on,
'cause I got nothin' to do
Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on,
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