why do all the things have to change Just when they mean the most She said why do all the things have to change Just when they mean the most It always happens that way It
a reputation, I stay with the burner I call it putting work in The D's call it murder So half and half with my cold D We only got one pill, It's one pistol
on the court he appriciates your support but he a'int beggin for it, and you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can't be that ignorant
were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's
you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing You know it's best to join the side that's gonna win And no one's sure how all of this got started But
so cool (Who's that?) Man that's the Dude and he's a God damn fool [Hook:] Who is it? Not too often seen in public (that's the Dude) Who is it? Smokin
this year I rip [*Mystikal's*] voicebox out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!) It's not a gimmick bitch, it's an image I live it Give a fuck? I don't know
through it And pick what you want from it Rummage And find something you can use to jump someone and roll up of it I'm constantly coppin' over you squattin
Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles That's how the God do, Motown twenty-five My orals like Smokey's voice, little moist, but choice We guzzle Dom's,
money machine-in my cuff runnin over with hundreds im one of the best niggas that done it six digits and runnin, y'all niggas don't want it i got the
) [Answering Machine:] Beep Yo Rock it's Carp Ahh where you at man? It's about 3 o'clock here in New York I guess it's about 8 o'clock in London Ahh
the love of God, we all sufferin We fall asleep, they handcuff us in our dreams We wake up and scream, the world explodes if it's overload, we hug our
is the year for the soldier who's rollin over cadets With explosive cassettes, even long figures, still it's respect Shit, I'm still a threat That's growin
machine, Up on the silver screen, It's all in my mind, Love is a litany, A magical mystery, And all in good time, and all in good time, And all in good time. It's
Thug) It is I that step up Me that don't give a fuck, you that foe, then it's all over soldier Hummers and Range's through the desert Fuck a 20-inch,
it was the grace of God that scared his breath Turn live niggas into corpses with the forces Handing out losses and of course it's This over, they saying it
come on, do you hear me baby (hear me baby) Uh, uh, uh, Navy Seals y'all, Refugee Camp what, what You better stop it, punk, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
of Kingston, to the streets of Brooklyn-Marcy All the way to the highest peak of any frequency, unhh! Illegal aliens, them all run invasions Broadcasting all over
