Flo Rida KNOW YOU WANNA WANNA DANCE WITH A STAR TURN THE LIGHTS DOWN BABY- YEAH WE GOING HARD PARTY ALL NIGHT LITTLE MAMA, THAT'S MY JOB STEAL THE SHOW
girls go wild from friday to sunday you know they like my style and body to body its like a jungle inside from friday to sunday, friday to sunday justice crew
Justice crew who you thought it was drink in hand fillin my buzz fillin my cup no hesitation she want love pay attention im taking barely standin she
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder
bless the dead & buried nigga Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew And I can picture
: [Intro:] Equal rights and justice for all(better know) Keep it burning yo yo! ghetto yute rise never Fall alright! Stop them! stop them! stop them!
: Yeah El Matador Besoin d'evasion Marseille Bombe attack crew Refrain : Fini la police Fini le FN Fini le chomage Fini la misere Fini le metro Fini
: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew Back from the dead once more again Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here
, and Vice Lords All crews that bang Vatos Locos, Four Corner Hustler thing, the Mexican Mafia All crews that bang Al-Qaeda, CIA, Hamas, the Mossad, NYPD All crews
the freeway speedin', the judges gave me a reason Daddy Rose; they said they keep him So I plan to get even, they got me and my team on defense No justice
one, we move as a unit, this is our mic, we are one! (Who is your general private?) Killah Priest We fight the ungodly With the righteous sword of justice
got dem nine killer So Sim-Seema, Who Got the Keys to the Cutlass And let em know when we bust Ain't no justice, it's just us [Obi 1] We got the hot
Don't you think it's bout time (time) to get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do Don't you think it's bout time (time) to get yo' fade on.. with the Likwit crew
shit like I was Manute Boll Ugh...huh...huh (speaking) Awww ya... It goes a just like that...ya... Now break it down... Auto logic On auto pilot Silence equals death And death equals silence The crew that doesn't choose to speak their mind Is a crew
: For the live ones, not the shook ones For the riders, not the hook ones Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers My crew consist of
to colonels Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly And permanently upon this journey Through the journal of the book of life Those who took a life without justice
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
loud, nigga Gotta respect that There's no choice I'm Mr. Agua, watchadata, get moist Girlfriend caught me kickin' with the crew She my late night friend
