Lyrics:
a pause
Gonna end up breakin' fools
Looks like nobody is down for the cause
What you gonna do, when the tax man is banging at your door
And you know
money and we don't pay any tax
NHS healthcare, yes please many thanks
People get stabbed round here there's many shanks
Nice knowing someone's got our
don't like
About a band who always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care
M.T.V. Get off the air
And so it was
Our
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air
And so it was
Our
da rules pray on da sheet
So we hussle evriiday of da week
Das why we fuck up all da paper we see
We hit da clubs fukin ladiis 4 free
Gettin drunk
rule.
Talk about things that they don't wanna know about.
Now teacher, teacher, can't you see,
I'm tired and I need some sleep.
I don't wanna hear
I'm sat here all alone
Here in my one room home
No one comes 'round no more
No one knocks on my door
Was high, then came the fall
The tax man took it
go enroll to a college
And get a uni degree, just to show my mum that I'm sorry
For all the times she was settin' them rules I never obeyed
New crib
home let him hit you from the back
With tax because it's like that
I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho
You can't trust
A bitch with a big butt
You get
educated, in a robbery, bitch, I'm the boss
Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime
Because they can't tax robbery, they don't get a dime
Everything'd
INTRO
Yea, we gotta take off on’em
Its time to take over to rule the land
Its time to take over to rule the life
Black Life!
VERSE 1
This is black
sets the standards? Who sets the lines?
Who you? Or do they rule yer minds?
The snitches, the bitches be takin' advantages
Of the chances that they
people but they front
And I just show and prove
To break the rules, gotta know the rules
Get this novice out the crib
Put the Pro in Tools
It's 'bout time
trap (yo trap), take work I ain't givin' it back (hell nah)
Hit a block and you know I'ma tax (I'm taxin'), niggas hate, you know that's a fact (I'm
working (yeah)
FedEx drop off the pack
Got my hoe waiting on that
Sit back and smoke me some wax
When it touch down, know I'm finna tax
I let her come
Keep your teeth and shed your skin
Invest your mint in cheapskates
Roll around, Payola down on Benjamin your DJ
Get your pin and A T-M and bend the tax
to his whole cat
Took him home let him hit you from the back
With tax because it's like that
I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho
You can't trust
good just puff it and relax bro
And you can get it free don't worry 'bout the tax though
And Xaphoone, thank you for the crack
But I play a Ron
Of advancements of science
Technology to ease life's difficulty
Every tax dollar went to sweep crime
Off the street but the law would cheat each time
So
watchin bodies sippin hene spead your love
And show love and not pro-long
And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips
And I
[Ja Rule]
Its murdaaa... hahaha...its murda...
We back up in this motherfucker
Its murda... y'all know who we be (ayo don't let me catch you!)
tax dollars financing wars
While you party and ignoring the news
They sign laws
Deceptively forming methods to keep
You behind bars who rules
money and we don't pay any tax
NHS healthcare, yes please many thanks
People get stabbed round here there's many shanks
Nice knowing someone's got our
on the block
Shit, I don't do much, I just chill and relax a lot
I don't hustle, I just tax the block
Shit, I don't do much, I just roll out and play wit tools
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