Lyrics:
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
somethin like dis
Hit it
Give em a ____ here
Yeah
We go a little somethin like dis
He-he-he-he-hit it
He-he-he-he-hit it
We go we go we go
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
Yeah, yeah (word up, word up, word up)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down (You know what we finna to do)
Yeah, yo, word up, yo
We takin' over the world
virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's -- But he's hearing Paul Revere
When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer
Though he'd
right now
Man, fuck them motherfuckers!
Yo, Dre! Give me a funky-ass bassline!
Right here!
Here's a little somethin' about a nigga like me
Never
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
And a goal that seemed unmeetable
Rhymes balanced like ballerina
Too much flow, hurricane Katrina
Gotta give it to em like subpoenas
So fresh like a dry
Grab her by the waste, bend it over, fuck the world like it’s ya favorite girl
Churls to the world, love it when she’s looking pretty now give
Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth
Who gives a damn about me?
(Huh?) Me (what?), me, yeah, little old
[Chorus: x4 Krayzie Bone]
There's always something you got to give up (Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I
cause I'm rippin' and livin' and strivin' to kill em';
The ripper he callin' and we'll go and he'll flow
And you know he pursuing and doing and moving
The motherfuckin' bullets fly by, be blinded
It's a helluva war so motherfucker bring it on bitch
Hell yeah, we been ready for da longest
Who you gonna caome wit'?
your boo
Baby wish me well
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It's all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give 'em hell, and you know that I
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
to the weather forecasters
Begging for a lenient master
The climate's come to send society backwards
Fearing what is coming up after
I hear the hurricane's evil
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
once I give 'em space, they gon' want the moon
Shit, I'm already a star, what more can I do? (Do)
The world picked me, must have good taste and be
Yeah! Yo, uh
A lotta rappers try approaching the omen in my palm
So punish your people while I'm up on the podium
Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed
on high
Hurted by my exes
I don't like the lies
I try and I try
Now I'm buzzing like fly
I give it all my might
I'm living in the light
I tell ‘em set
date two people at the same time
Knowing it is twice the sin (Why why why)
Oh yes I have this little problem
Here I'm being vain again (Why why)
Hey man
and you're tired,
And you're old, and it's cold, and it's late
But oh well
Give 'em hell
And with all of your might give 'em hell
Don't choke, go for broke,
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