what I do and I don't think nothin' of it I know you love it but how much do you want it Get 'em Banks [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] The way things lookin'
type to be the unhype signed Like a lot of lyricists in our time I can't relate with The way we formulated rhymes Is algebraic Most of ya'll are still
the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people
: Killing us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black
: [Verse 1] We may not understand this whole process and how things go I'm just an ordinary man tryna live free and god knows See a man with a blue tie
a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that. In Paterson that's just the way things go. If you're
you There's a lawman on your trail like to surround you Bounty hunters are dancing all around you Billy, they don't like you to be so free. Camping out
come with me; I'll take you to a land of liberty Where we can live - live a good, good life And be free. Look how long: 400 years, (400 years, 400 years) - Way
got up in the pen Depend on me, let 'em leave Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game But I love the way the thugstas stay And when
You can lose yo arms, better use yo feet Jus pick up my cannon, nigga, yeah yeah Hear the pump, it erupt We're corrupt as the four, down to buck Come
: It's fuckin' late and I'm tired... works prolly slackin, so be that anyone notice a flaw(s) feel free to let me know. Btw: Kray's voice when he enters
couldn't kick, there it always is And it's nothing that no doctor's gonna fix They pat your back bruised with their accolades And all four walls are
: [Theme song for "The Wrestler"] Two, three, four Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free? If you've ever seen a one trick
It's four in the morning should know better But she can weave a spell Want it to last forever Making me feel like somebody special Can't carry on this way
Do it to 'em daddy, do it to 'em [Diddy:] As my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Hard top six-four, I'm
go out (oh no) (here we go,check it) I ain't sorry for the way I feel I know you think I'm being insincere From the way I'm treating you I never wanted
skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest I had to break free, police on me and they FB's Yelling "
wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in
