I'm thinking of a plan, hope it works out right At least get us through the night Holding onto your hand, I'll hold on tight As tight as I can You hold
I won't accept defeat. I'm moving to the beat of a different rhythm and you're so slow. (you're so slow, you're so slow) and ask yourself: is the ground
m a go all night Til death do we party, with the music I die Die die die Til death do we party, with the music I die Die die die Til death do we party
follow me Try to swallow me under Providence Memorial Park, I'm too smart to be caught, I'ma snort what I just bought Take a ride With the chopper lookin' for the robber on the other
out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied
be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me I'll lay his ass out and park a Grand Am on him The city where the weak survive and the strong die Where
ouncers Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin And all the other
: [ VERSE 1 ] Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell
to run and hide No where to hide Take his hand cross to thy other side Step to thy other side! (Step to the other side) [Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope
tha high score And sittin behind them chillin in a chair Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there It's some other man in the hand in hand Now
know my name [Shaggy 2 Dope] Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal And I steal a car and I grip the wheel And I park the car then I steal it again
and he's got the high score And sittin' behind them chillin' in a chair Is your wife and you look oh you aint there There's some other man in the hand
little bit of life from ya Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue? I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song I let it hum to ya, the other one sing
game ask Rosa Parks [Chorus] mic skills ain't got nothin to do with ya gender Clef 's ill but L Boogie was my favorite member out the Fugees the tightest to drop Latifahs the Queen other
and some were not Like a natural talent for marionettes Who do your dirty work and cover your bets So with one hand waving free The other one crushed
cry now I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his hands on me I'll lay his ass out And park a grand dam on him The city where the weak survive And
the first man ever touched space Or the dot on the dice when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!) Winning team legacy, I rep to the death of me And just for the record
me you rescue, this to the death boo You rep me respectfully that's how I rep for you Retired from pimpin', perspire is drenchin' As we... suck and fuck each other
