Lyrics:
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
negro leaders'll never know
I was in kahoots with the spooks that sat by master's door
When the revolution let loose, they couldn't master stove
Eight
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
the present.
We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.
Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating
the caliber, the magazine is seventeen
I got this from Medellín, eighteen times thirty-three
I hope he ain't sellin' dreams, might go back to mailin' keys
I
My home don't feel the same
Last year flew by, goodbye to the good vibes
What we thought were the best times
Nights out with the people I love
really think you're fucking with us numb nuts
Never pull a trigger hit a nigga with gun bust
Nonviolent, I'm nonviolent
My Holy Bible got bombs by it
with the filthy rich or flat broke,
Accepted by the Aryans or black folk
Cause I was carrying this weight until my back broke,
Wasn't trying to be no
And I think I'm feelin' you friend so let's pull a switcheroo
Fucking you since 1 or 2
Out the door by 3 or 4
Who I share the dick with, shut yo lip
"take all that"
Hit him again, popped his chain wit' a frown
And left the clown, with a stain on the ground
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
All my days go by blowin'
to the feds looking at life
Be home in about 3 years
You know something ain't right with that
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Ya
[Kurupt (Daz)] Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45,
(Life is good you know, plant your see and watch it grow, ya)
One seed two seed 3,4, and 5. How many of these seeds can they keep alive so I'm
She's got another fantasy
She lives in flat number twenty three
Picked first prize for carnival queen
And now she takes her clothes off
I built this destruction with my own hands and with my hands I will help
Pull it down. [Repeats: x3]
And like the worker bees, silenced by that
than eight
Seven little horses playin' by the trees
Cops and robbers
Believe it's all make-believe
'Til one got sick
Eating cakes made of sticks
Now
a goodbye
God knows I tried my best
Wasn't ready for goodbye and now it's goodbye
Me and all three of your kids
And I did what I did to get them by
cost a couple of bob
About a buried treasure
Back home in Ballydehob
Well, I gave him all the bucks I had
And he took me by the hand
I know you love
Stumble through a hallway,
Staying up for three days
Sitting in a walkway,
Parking in driveways, you can
Focus is a virtue
You know what
And dumb dumb words
That could blow your head off
This is a story 'bout the three of us
Down by the water and the tide is rising
This world is burning
ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
state to state,
We were just three mates rocking beats and breaks,
So if you made it to a Hoods show to check the style,
You get much respect, you made it
passed her by, I could see her cry
And I'll never forget the look that was in her eye
And the music you know it played on and on and on
So won't
Three sons have I, and they
ride by my side--The fierce,
The black and the wicked are
their names--we ride down my
enemies on their half-hearted
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