Black car wrong side of the road Saying look out jack We're taking him home To his promised land We're taking him home To his promised land See the woman
the mess hall Like I jus blew trial And I ain't got nothin left God, what's todays mathematics? Shit ain't addin up Get knocked wid 10 machine guns Only
the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga, aight
better yet, fuck it you can call me at home At 9-8-8-1 naw I ain't gonna say all dat Just leave a number I'll call ya back [Answering machine:] You have
crime. And if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin
death, under surveillance I watch the children pray, while God just turns away out in the ruins thes seek shelter These streets were once my home,
of a stolen home in the face of dying trees the killers reap what has been sown There's blood on your hands the stench of every injustice And god's on
driver has entered the contest Ladies and gentlemen, driver number 99 In the red car... [U-God] Fog lights beam, car 99 supreme A high-powered machine
am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God
Checkout calamity, you're cheated out of loyalty points, ten more years at this joint you'd be home & dry, Beggars beat round the cash machines but you
Grab your ticket (Ticket!) Come get wit it Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express (Oh shit!) [Cee-Lo] I am the one and only son of a machine gun Intrapable
Steve Stoute, Lenny - ha! God's Son, whattup? D-Block, whattup? Bravehearts, whattup? Yeah Yeah, yo [Verse One: Jadakiss] Yo ain't nothin but trouble God
niggas, the ki-ki-kickin' your door niggas Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck I break I send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out
Island to San Quintan And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home on work release, keep your heads up niggaz Oh my God (You what I'm sayin
local park were growing. When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden. When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden.) Oh God,
' ! Dining out, in a five star cuisine Stretch, double R invisible limousine Riding down your block never to be seen The supreme dream team is a money machine
distinction, no slums or poverty I have a vision of a new society. And every home will have a stereo and TV, A deep freeze, quadrasonic and a washing machine
seen Casing [?] gas cynlinders was her means for green Took me to the movies when they bought Halloween to screen Got me a big wheel couldn't afford a green machine
