Jackson, and operation Push If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch a masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood To the whorehouse bitches, Miss porker, little joe
m blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set Streets
I'm ready for action You get shot up under my soles, call it Fatal Attraction Beat you niggaz till you get it right, like Joe Jackson Listen, we here
up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me Been in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy I'm the man
ette runnin around New York like he the man But he peed in his pants When he saw us at Summer Jam Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man Or I would
game is the twisted of all A recurring nightmare, that never stops A bunch of rats eating ya face off... [Kendra:] Licked in '82, face the man in the
Lies man, man you're crazy Look at Donald D comin' through the door late We're makin' a record, brother What you're doin' so late, man What's up, man
hangs low from my defiant lips Smoke emerge in the shape of halo's the chronic's lit My hoes are pornographic, flow's orgasmic Doe stacking, strict as Joe Jackson
they were broke and used to feel pain The back of my Tims- Is run-down like criminals names on computers in the precinct Ain't no white man on the street
words "Refuse to lose"] [Verse 1] Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome I walk the path of righteous even when foul like joe peppitone