I want to break Turn out the lights I'm thinking that I want to go to sleep now Just give me a promise that I'm supposed to keep now I don't want some
Hack up a boulder (HACK! HACK!) Hack up a boulder (HACK! HACK! HACK!) Up a boulder Now, one day, now I believe it was on a Tuesday, a man in a checkered
through a body of one Can't be mad, yo, I'm glad, cuz I know where I'm from Priceless, I'm like a treasure, I can't be touched Made an image of myself
fellas would whine That she gets all the waves And she looks so fine and pretty So I wrote a ditty In the days that I walked on the earth Thats right, I
That's a void, I'm paranoid If I get caught wit this dope, I'm short Street life got a nigga goin crazy Jackers wanna fade me I'm too young, I ain't the
till I'm old and I'm gray [Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] There was a rich man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief Now each had a different hustle to get food
a fuck whether you die or you live I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal
your gun, where I'm from: the Third World son, Been to many places but I'm Third Torld-born. Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son
your enemy, then time will tell Cause America's a prison, America's a prison America's a prison and we wanna be released (Now what time is it?) No justice
t take a collect call from me But when I found out, and I get the ballin That might get the callin now it's like we all friends But when I'm down, and I
well I ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-a-dang Baby, I'll ring your bell Yes, I'm Super Rhymes, I'm 22 I'm gonna be 100 before I'm through Because no, I didn
sisters I have a very serious message for you this afternoon I must warn you, that a very serious day is on the horizon for the United States of America
th Stars and stripes vs. a star and crescent God's blessin', be a soldier, I gotta speak out on Oprah I'm Under Siege, I grab my gun and fatigues Plead
guns, bring some ass I got a way, we can make some cash My woman beefin', my momma sick If I don't get it, look, I'mma flip The doorbell ring, exchange
who? Black man gotta stop calling the women a bitch You're mother is a black woman too So that's make you a son of a bitch This is the wrong word to
get at me, tell ya label contact me Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
? I'm Stunna Junior, and that's all I know, that's all I ever knew Get money or get nuttin, knowhati'msayin? And I feel that way, forreal So hard I go