the rent was way past due! Oh, you think you ll be just fine, without me but you re mine! You think you can, kick me out of the band. Well, there's just
the rent was way past due! Oh, you think you ll be just fine, without me but you re mine! You think you can, kick me out of the band? Well there's just
rent was way past due! Oh, you think you ll be just fine, without me but you re mine! You think you can, kick me out of the band? Well there's just one
rent was way past due! Oh, you think you ll be just fine, without me but you re mine! You think you can, kick me out of the band. Well, there's just
bitches Help me raise my black nation Reperations are due Its true Caught up in this world I took advantage of you So tell the babies how I love them Precious boys and girls Born black
(uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid in a fresh boxcut hairstyle. Quiet manner was more
to me. I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc! Palmdale, come back to me. (check it out.) I knew I couldn't make it in the white man's world
to me. I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc! Palmdale, come back to me. (check it out.) I knew I couldn't make it in the white man's
21st Century it's movie trash race hate What's the difference 'tween White Chicks and black face paint Birth of a Nation or the death of the dream It's like Jackie's
[Over Black Sheep's song "For Doz That Slept"] [Verse 1:] Here's a big fuck you Dedicated from me to you Think I got dropped bitch? Stop, it's not true
t give a fuck untamed motherfuckers Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?) My momma's dead (what) my daddy's dead (What?) My brother's a
a divorce if the track is wack (Please) My rhymes a rolling stone home is where the high hatters at, its on this song (it on this song) maybe one day
do, it's all on you Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldn't believe What I go through and what I see, it's amazin On
Original New York, New Jack City type shit Now we still we make moves only to different grooves, black Sheep, in fact get back, it's simple as that this [Chorus: Black
in the streets without guidance just the eyes of god watching over me it's time I spent hours working 9 to 5s to survive me and jack up in the shack
shout my niggers cheer Six more ? bitch that?s the ?. What you want what you need Cut a ? fucking streets I ain?t in it ? If it?s bully you know I?m
t I miss the way you laugh At everything I say You mom's apple pie always blew me away It's funny how I always write the same old song I wonder if you
said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is He suppose to be commercial like that song about the Biz The kid said "Masta Ace, yo what's the deal