Lyrics:
absolutely no reaction at all. There, he's woken him up and
Simon's through. Here comes Vivian, Vivian to slam the door, and
there we are back at the Hunt
on record mayne
What you expected mayne (uhh)
Bun and Pimp is back so just respect it mayne
(yeah) we affected the game
(game) we are not gonna change
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
me
At Port Authority I catch the A Train back downtown
And she rocks me fast asleep
I'll probably wake up in Howard Beach
Or Jones Beach cause
I dunno
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not
Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!
Endless green in every direction
So don't get it twisted it's chill
Jam in the car park, Kotch on the hill
A couple man carry sticks that are making it
going, she keep cumming, what you know 'bout it? (Nothing)
So 'bout it (yeah), like Master P (who?)
But no coward (Uh-uh)
No, I am no Howard the Duck,
but no coward
No I am no Howard the duck, duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
No
day to days
While chained by a shackle
It was a battle
Y'all take mass L's
Crying like a baby
Shaking on their rattle
It was a battle
Get back
Reggie Wayne, I don't like them colts
Chronic blowin' so we all choke
Ricky Williams, and Lamar O
Udawnis Haslem & Pac Man Jones
Josh Howard, Yeah we all
"Push It"
[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip
"Push It"
[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip
Oliver Jones, chilled to the bone
As he wearily waits for the weather to wane
Seems the news report lied
And his shoes are untied
When he crosses
a Phoenix sun and I am fire
Disrespect me and I spit fire to neck
And back like you are Kaya
It's time to face the music (oh)
A stay of execution
No more distribution (the fuck you doin'?)
You did this to me
I'm right back on my
Joshua S. Napper
Howard D. Payne, Dillard Earl Persinger, Joel R. Price
Duke Scotten, Gary Quarles, Grover Dale Skeens, Benny Willingham, Ricky Workman
Start this beef better back your mates
Full nike outfit no jack jones
I boost physical man I got a backbone
No police on the chase I want P's in the safe
drinks like a fish
Until a guy in khaki pants buys him one more brew
And says "Once upon a time, Jones got me too"
'Cause she led him by the hand through
on my palm screamin', "Fight"
Change the policy, before I buy back our property
You love Black Panther but not Fred Hampton
Word to the Howards
away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter
Hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I duck
This the record that my backpack underground fans get to get to skippin'
Back back, Southern town fans get to tippin'
Chasin' fat stacks, runnin'
This the record that my backpack underground fans get to get to skippin'
Back back, Southern town fans get to tippin'
Chasin' fat stacks, runnin'
Stoude-
Mire, Amare reminds me of I, uh
He's a Phoenix Sun and I am fire
Disrespect and I spit fire
To your neck and back like you are Khia
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