back up again So turn up the sound and let it go CHORUS Welcome to the show Were the people gettin outta control From the back to the front row, Get up
forgotten years For dignity Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used He wanted money up front
starred Gregory Peck. He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself. The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up
rap and soldier'd up, can't none of y'all say that I owed y'all nothin When I fade to black just hold it up, y'all better say that I made y'all somethin
fully rehabilitated Back reunited with my fam, still we are the greatest Broke up then we woke up (woke up) Spoke up, niggaz got it together and made up (made up
niggas how you fin to get paid off Kray' Thought you had a bone Bitch got shit all wrong, a y'all know I was suspicious from the front door, (front door
all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck
wait, stay awake, fake sleep, got the weed between the sheets Catch me, Mary J. blessed me Open up the dime, stimulate your mind, slide my thumb up the blunt Open up
lead off Copper thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off (AAwwwwwww) Get him up, and get up, The bullets they start to get lit up
: (feat. T-Pain) [Verse 1:] U see what I'm sittin on U should be sittin on D's Right in front of tha club(yeah) Shawty what cha sippin on U see me gettin
ride with us Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back Don't front on me, baby boy
who I thought were down, and see true But I blame me too 'cos it's a Chronicle My life, I realise I'm responsible for obstacles In front of me, my
the sect we remain The big bad Cypress Hill, fuckin' niggas up again When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you up
is havin' a good time tonight Roll it up, hold it up, pass me the fucking light (Gimme that lighter) Indoor on the home-grown Light it up, everybody must
The battle front of Sudanic soldiers The task put before us [Chorus 2x] [Nas: Verse 2] Who are we today? The slums,deceases, AIDS We need all that to fade
hands up at me All the honeys who makin' money Throw your hands up at me All the mommas who profit dollas Throw your hands up at me All the ladies who
wha?) Last time I seen ya, it's been a long time (Long, boy!) Stop smilin' at me, get that look off your face (Pssss) Please don't even front, stop bein
who are independent Throw your hands up at me All the honeys who makin' money Throw your hands up at me All the mommas who profit dollas Throw your hands up