the CP3 until the day that i die Daddy threw it at me,but then i threw it right back Tried to hit me wit dat curve,but ima fool wit dat bat Now how
his pants Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands Till it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands (So who is it?) The fool who visits
nigga was broke an' came fed on ya? That's why I'm still on my P's an' Q's Readin' fools I'm known as a shista deceivin' fools See quit's pagin' me Snoopin
is thicker than water, at least they say it is Until the Fed's step in that's just the way it is Most of these fools are characters Men with no character, welcome to America
even trust my own brothers So who can I choose to trust me that's who? Niggas want a piece of the pie, fuck off and die Jealous, envious fools want
cops hot on my trail But this time, when I get pulled over There's a Doberman, Pinscher and a Pitbull in the seat These pigs'll get bit fooling with me Quit fooling
Motherf***ers Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (Bling bling) Do you fools Listen to music or Do you just skim Through it? See I'm influenced
I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus I was a fool all through
counts the money, underneath the bar Who rides the wrecking ball in two rock guitars Don't tell us you need us, 'cos we're the ship of fools Looking for America
murder last night and the shit didn't really sit right with me So I had to tell a story Ohhhhhhhhh baby! Blood on the walls, {?} [Joe Budden] America
America, look at what it's come to Sunday morning ain't no youngsters in the church house, we running the streets acting a fool Need to get some Jesus
fooled with Were killers themselves how you Want it? How you want it? Stop that, stop that These are the men who lead the crime Families of america,
[Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big U in the
other fools never got bigger I make this whole system quiver With the street shit I'ma deliver, from my villa Here I go again scarin people to death America
a rush Yo, I know sis, dog, her name Lorraine She that thick brick house with the chocolate frame I went to school with her, 12th grade, I used to fool
you had to see These broads ain't get you like I get you They ain't as bad as me When I first met you girl I I was a fool Had a nigga trippin' thinking
garbage of America Stuck in the brain of America Suffering in the body of America lying in the wicked spirit of America Dying In the old soul of America Ms America
many can't get with it At times in my life, I was a welfare recipient I ate the free cheese, while the church said believe And went to school everyday, like a goddamn fool
