mind, what you interpret it as I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask A father who
cant whoop your ass. you neck will get snapped with bare hands. fuck music is it rap is it cool but fool just dont confuse it. what happens is that these dudes get
down daily You face me, punk it's over, you'll faint fast I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands
be brief and let me just keep shit simple Cannabitch, don't want no beef with slim, NOO! Not even on my radar So won't you please jump off my dick, lay
down [T] Go right from the plane to the rave [E] When we touch down [T] On a private plane getting brains, till we [E] Touch down, there ain't no way
You got that for me) You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me) You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me) You
rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down [Outro: Ghostface Killah] God, yeah, party people You
you wish you could roll with us Supersoak us, your bitch chose us Be sure to stay away from friends you can't trust [Tekitha (Ghostface)] It's been
time Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green High roller coaster
that West! [Ice Cube:] Don't you know that I rep that; why you got to let that Boy in the buildin' don't you know that He about to kill 'em! - Don't
it, I'ma learn from it Do what I gotta do, try not to plummet America eats its youth like reptiles Don't worry bout tomorrow, let's get this right now
American education Ain't no brain washing this way Fuck America, Tom Meztger, and KKK And to the cracker named J.B. Stoner Don't let me catch you on no
deck You should listen to me cuz there's more to see Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities The other color don't know you can run but
Verse 4] Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from me Next they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do? Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor art PMRC
I know I'm in love with But she don't even know my name it's always been the same I just lay my head down and drown in my spit Nobody even notices I'm
your ass to the kitchen Police don't like me it's obvious Just don't look in the trunk Or the sight'll make you sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic
me It wasn't me the fools got the jewlery Out of town let me remind you That I'ma find you Then I'ma grind you, spit find you Look at our crime tryin