has up and split, the chair next to you's free, And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. Now it's closing time and the music's fading out
: 4% of something's Better than 10% of nothing blue 4% of something's Better than 10% of nothing blue Well I don't like the way you work It's all I can
Romans states it candidly The first three chapters God?s case against humanity Whether it?s idolatry Or religious hypocrisy No one can possibly See the charges and say it?s not for me. Everybody?s
you fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a real nigga You can jump in the vert baby and ride out How you suckin' me up, that's the high dive Tell a bitch
You're so fine, I can't take it You gots to freak it, you gots to shake it! [Chorus] [Mr. Mixx] To the left... [Brother Marquis] Yeahhhhh! Get it get it
party we'll rock it forever We'll give you our best to make you dance better The freshest rhymes you know we'll say We'll have you all stunned and in
MC's must step on off Cause I'm lettin you know who's the boss Now Kid Ice, you know you're twice as nice Why don't you get up on the mic and start to
scientist So why do you choose to be like this?" You have to get yourself together before it's too late It's up to you to be a bum or someone great We
it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all
to make my dough So the reason why I say nfana ibaga Is who has this, no man can curse no man can curse no man can curse Who God has placed no man
Baby, loving the way you take me Nobody here's gon' break me Nobody here's in love Baby, loving the way you take me Nobody here's gon' break me Nobody here's
you can get No crimes on the strip Just dimes of the pit No gimmicks to my music, you be lyin' when you spit Outta line you get gripped I'm gonna find
on your mug And fight strips snug right around your hands Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again Dog you fucking with a grown man And I can
Makaveli] It's not about East or West It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you
have burned him. Shake it, shake it like you bouts to get paid, Boom-swagger-boom, like you gots a peg leg. I'm game, you're game; you're the main attraction
man (come on man, hurry up) he wrote some dope shit I want you to check this out man he got it going on you know (I let you guy's use the phone for
how I get man! Ya niggaz cannot punk 'round here! What the fuck ya think it's different cause it's music? [kids ovations] Nah man fuck that man! {DAMN