sliding rail. i tried to gring it, but I had to bail. we're all hopeless romatics, enemies of the state (heyheyhey), driven by love, but some call it hate
moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a beat
do it for the money, I do it from the heart I'll do it with the beatbox, I did it from the start I'll do it for the DJs, I'll do it for the charts The
and go against all this evil Some people hate it, but I made it, so I?m never concerned About what they be talkin? about, I?ve lived and I?ve learned
you said Some people have to learn some people wait their turn some people but not me I was born a champion some people have to fight some people give
up in the air and go play wanna go play and stay here and love me everyday [CHORUS] [Bun B] now theres a stranger in my house and my bed fucking up my life and
I pledge alligence To the rag of the United Westside Connection And the 'W for which it stands One neighborhood under god Invicible with luxuries and
ain't it, we got some soldiers locked down It's been perfect for what we doin' when they drop down It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it Picture
the people and go against all this evil Some people hate it, but I made it, so I'm never concerned About what they be talkin' about, I've lived and I'
Ali) Iceberg!!! (Iceberg) It's the nigga the player that keeps it duplicated Or faded in no type of way, hate it if you like But you can't stop us gettin
people and go against all this evil Some people hate it, but I made it, so I'm never concerned About what they be talkin' about, I've lived and I've
ever did it I'm wicked Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it Chest busts open, heart bursts and
Creek and meeker. Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin' on the range; The grass was over grazed there, and spotted like some
why should it be? You and I shouldn't get along. People are people so why should it be? You should hate me. You're punching and kicking, And you're
the real to real) Chicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my People call me Com and collective with prospective I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds Bomb
, lips are sealed and they hate it Overrated rappers made it on a wing and a prayer With old beats updated but I'm not like you bitin' barbarics Rappers with the fresh beats and