I know when it's over And I know when I'm done I know we can't get lower And I know you're not the one So just take another moment And decide what you
Come on, y'all, let's take a ride Don't you say shit, just get inside It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip 'Cause you can't have the hop
It took so long for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time My mind was working in strange ways Looking back on the days, just wanna
Sound the alarm Order the attack Sound the alarm Order the attack Sound the alarm Order the attack It's martial law Put your guns pon cock Sound the
They'll gain the world but lose their souls They'll gain the world but lose their souls Don't believe politicians and thieves They want our people on
This record goes out to all you fake ass Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas Who forget their color, put on a suit an' tie An' escape from
Seven in the morning, standing in the line Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine Two in the back of me sucking on a joint And one in back
Back in the days when I was a young buck Stuck like a truck gettin' shit outta luck Times was rough and I didn't have a plan I was barely on the edge
Once upon a time in a land called Fuck Lived a duck named Donald and his mother was a cluck Mickey Mouse wore a rag, pants in a sag Neighborhood kingpin
I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage In a motherfuckin' rage, like a animal in a cage I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool Fuck around and
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Next we got a guy comin' out from Compton, California He gonna tell you all about his experiment with a drug
5:30 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep A pair of raggedly ass Pro Wings on my feet Ten dollars in my pocket and now I'm on the creep To the double
Brainiac with a zany act, cleptomaniac Before I go to work, I smoke me a fat sack Of indo, then climb through the window And eye the VCR and load it in
One dark night I need some ends I got a spot cased out I'm breakin' in I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like butter Suction cup, window up Now
A bitch is a bitch and we all know that A hoe is a hoe wit a toe up slut so If you're gotta have 'em, might as well be a fine one But it seems that some
I know a place where the trees don't grow Just another place where niggaz live low I know a place where life is fucked up Make a wrong move and your ass
Our every future has been foretold The contradictions are growing old Into the unknown we all were born Suspense eats away, inside we're torn An unsolved
Miss Liberty turn inna Jezebel All de dreams you go sell, de whole dem turn inna hell Her bed of roses are filled with thorns Her righteous robes are