be the one You may try to break us down Can't you see we're here to stay Scores of them have tried before At our feet is where they lay It's our calling
'll be the one You may try to break us down can't you see we're here to stay Scores of them have tried before At our feet is where they lay It's our
and gentlemen Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188 Intro/Chorus: Onyx Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you
had tried to calm you down Oh you'd pulled a gun and told them all to lay still on the ground Promising to hurt no one, providing they were still A young
jasmine tea with Mandela Africans chantin me on like Coachella Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my Lord My death day, 24 karat tomb I lay Wishin they could
'lone of all thrones, where I could lay my tired body and sing lullabies for my death, hoping the wind gave my soul to the angels (and the souls of other
framin the game, use muscle for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin shit They feel
Complaining that their handcuffs are too tight Kicking on the cell till they cut out the lights It's like a curse Walk besides white women they start holding they
these animals eat that's how they talk bout us While they shed they joke and laugh puttin a choke round us Can I get a moment of SILENCE Cause they claimin
em think jail's where you go if you're tough Keep em unemployed, and then they'll probably steal Give em more dope, and that they'll probably deal They
made beats But fools just lay and prey on the weak It don't depend on the color of a rag Cause if you got what they want you know they gonna take what
chef she spilled the beans on where they had gone Upstate Schenectady, Tamika answered the door It was the last person she expected to be They just stared
top framin the game, use muscle for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin shit They
hunted, the colonizing and savages The only challenge is, did they bring enough to dirt to bury us? Be aware, I hunt with the god as a cerabus Where
of jasmine tea with Mandela Africans chantin me on like Coachella Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my Lord My death day, 24 karat tomb I lay Wishin they could
m sick and tired of muthafuckaz Keep on lookin' at me round here all strange and shit 'Cause I'm on the corner Shit they on the corner, they do what they
The first Noel the angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay tending their sheep On a cold winter's night
