I think its best you let me if you don't wanna get shot I think its best you respect me if you don't wanna get shot If you test me, the results is I wet
for the soldierettes (soldierettes) This for everybody all over out the project Buck with me (Buck with me) Bounce with me (Bounce) Buck with me (Buck) Bounce with me (Bounce) Smoke a ounce with me
Somebody Ooooo) Everyone is out there on the loose Well I wish I lived in the land of fools, no one knew my name But what you get is not quite what you choose Tell me
on black rims on the Caddy truck kid I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich" My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch Like, get in get in!
get the Yayo Picture me being crack out of ten trips on the train Chi-Chi get the Yayo Picture me being crack Oh, you go You can sniff me, cut me ill
my broken brain And playwright fate will have his way We're all actors in this play We're all passengers on his train And playwright fate don't make me
got to get to where I dont need to be So I I need this here old train to breakdown oh please just let me please breakdown I need this here old train
: Part nonsense, part lung test, sickness loved in these hands. Sought numbers for answers. In hundreds I said prayers. Missed some trains. Lost some
ah Come on now peace train Yes, peace train holy roller Everyone jump on the peace train oh ah ee ah oh ah Come on now peace train Get your bags
stay, on a mule Grand Canyon ride on Wednesday, hope to get to Denver in a day Friday ride to Washington, in the glacial mountain sun hop a train for
of the Pauline Epistles It's not an exhaustive study it's a survey of all the books So get your Bible, get your pad, get your pen, turn your stereo up
to fight Don't get caught up in wordly ways, you're on a mission for Christ Be an athlete - that means you're runnin' to win You gotta train and follow
Divine works all around me I can't get past the evidence The fact that your invisible, to me, is irrelevant I know your heaven sent, straight to the virgin birth Gave me
me show you, Billy. Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaah! [Chorus: repeated during breakdowns] Ahh! Me so horny! Me
Y-Y-Y-Y WE WANT SOME PU-U-USSAY-Y-Y!) [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] You see, me and my homies like to play this game We call it Amtrak but some call it the train
robbed me I'll murder you Then I, run a train on Mobb Deep Don't fuck with me Nigga you barely living Don't you got sickle cell See me and have
can't find peace til my little ni**az on these streets get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a ni**
and on my block You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through