Why do we see what we see? War and bloodshed. Over our chronic beliefs, And the world religions. How is anyone sure they're right? And does it really
of happiness Ohh, a little bit of freedom, exactly what I need Yeah, I'll get down on my knees for it We'll all look out of each other My thoughts
Champagne, cocaine & strawberries. [x2] Firs time you down it, Yeah you'll have a laugh. Second time you down it, You'll be low on cash. Third time
nunmal geschehn und du sagst on ne dit jamais jamais dans les histoire l'amour und mit deinen franzosischen Tricks da kriegst du mich wieder rum Das erste Mal tat
single day. And now it's time I lay back cuz the kid wanna play. Chorus Break me off a piece of that tit-tat Break me off a piece of that tit-tat Break
get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some punk that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
! But I'm wild, I get at cha, hit a nigga like a tractor, collapse ya, thrash ya Rat-a-tat ya, matter of fact ya - dead! Never comin back here, sendin
all fought for the cause and This Spear, eh Enforcing all the laws [Nas - Verse 1] The Master of the Masses One has power The other one lacks it Guns
south Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house Wanna open my mouth shit that's the sound They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
's no backin' down that makes for a long, b17ter fight and you know it's such a waste to engage in that tearing each other down in a tit for tat when
free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me? Chorus 2x Verse 3: A tisk-it a task-it, I go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (Who?) I don't know much but I gotta assume When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other
to use the bong for the grass? (WHO?) I don't know much, but I gotta assume When you hit your first neden Your homies was in the other room Homies
at Holla that my jewish lawyer do enjoy the fruit of within my cash stack Just in case a nigga got to use his rat-ta-ta-ta-tat Own boss own yawt, masters
fought for the cause and This Spear, eh Enforcing all the laws [Nas - Verse 1] The Master of the Masses One has power The other one lacks it Guns are
coast laughing Now Esco's asking, what happened ? My home girl from Upper Manhattan she remembers the quarters thats latin A lot of rat-a-tat-tatting
yelling {Chorus x1} {Snoop Talking} Hol hold on Craig B cut that shit man Man fuck that we need some gangsta in this motherfucker some other that south
[Break: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Hol hold on Craig B cut that shit man Man fuck that we need some gangsta in this motherfucker some other that south shit know
