trading flesh for oil, you don't give a damn, we don't need your war, and we'll say it loud. put this shit out, of your head, tell your puppets, not to
trading flesh for oil, you don't give a damn, we don't need your war, and we'll say it loud. put this shit out, of your head, tell your puppets, not
bag Policeman ? Why mi fadda deya bush a press di seargant wid Legalize it, dem 'ave di permit fi green But di bigga heads dem a sell di weed outa
Nah Mean Mi dip out a whole fourteen Nah Mean And reload man extra magazine Nah Mean A wounded them housing scheme Nah Mean Nuff a dem a move sideways
Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?") ("Well OK..") [announcer] Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!") After meeting a young girl at a rave
Cuz ain't nothin' out here but snake bitches All about they things, don't give a fuck about no niggaz Young niggaz stay strapped Even wit' a baby, the
a nigga at the drop of a dime Just imagine what I do for a quarter Ain't no tellin what I do for a dollar Pop a nigga right in front of his mama Son a
than Kerry Kittles There's a war going on outside, you hear the fiddles? And you so called 'units', go 'head and jump And get your body severed apart
this time, motherfucker have a taste [Verse four: Capitol E / Esham] Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a
on your floor, we pioneers Take fools to higher tiers, elevate to a higher learning To a talk on bush on the mountain with fires burning Commandments
with my words I meant it Protected by the First Amendment If this was Iraq I'd a been beheaded Instead of sparkin a dime log I'd be hangin in Baghdad
is coming A black bird burning down to the earth Turning into a fire breathing dragon [Chorus: x2] [Priest:] It seems like a giant hologram of the president head
I blow your head off, when I talk, chop off your arms and bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin for a dead-end, stop your sweatin like
the locust wind comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel And the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed You raise a flower of fire See them burning
script tipped, But I tell you how to get a hundred grands, You understand you can?t fit a hundred grands inside a rubber band [Chorus 2x] Wir sind am
ain't because I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to
(a lil' bit) I will give you a (a lil' bit) If you want it (a lil' bit) you can have some more Now that you spent it (a lil' bit) you can taste it a (
