.. it.. [KRS-One] Take it.. right now.. Don't hesitate! (world peace) You want world peace? (world peace) (peace.. TAKE IT) Or world talk? (world peace..) (world peace..) (world
t need Y'all probably go run for police Y'all could sell all the drugs in the world Hang wit all the thugs in the world Won't be the first hole that I
microphone I rock the shit without no pressure Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one Cause who's bad? Not
me NOW I'M ON ONE KNEE, AND THE DOPE'S ON ME NOW MY HOPE'S GONE SEE AND I LOST MY FREEDOM LOCKED UP, SEE YA!! [Part II] [Gift of Gab - Verse One] ..
(One, Two, Three, Four....) You love me through to time And I don't even know who you are. I know you're probably heading this group, But now that you
and three, and I'm still a slave Trapped in a world where you're slaved to get paid What happened to the thought that we shall overcome? When the police
up on my gun He tried to cut me on run, huh - but yo, I'm not the one Flexin up the trigger finger, a dead ringer I'm not a singer, and life just don
Ain't the type to wait tables all of her life So one night, we decided to just up and leave I took two handguns for the road with me Met her at the restaurant around three
Three bogies ten O'clock high, I die if I do not try Ostriches are not supposed to fly Fighter pilots with not eyelids Did you see what I just did? Hydraulic
a beat down cannot be prevented Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee fitted Switch three, be hanging niggaz, squeeze three eighty triggers
And some of the hardest artists in the world Freedom of speach got me preaching to every G on the street We got to eat so fuck the P.D. three striking me Not
of the game But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger
me funny, I hope it's not my money You a big fine woman I can see your tattoos I should call the police cause you packing one of them tools Girl you giving
to earth to bust rhymes Similar to a machine gun See I fiend and seek funds Be chiefin' like it's the last one (hit man) Blast one car jacker to smitherines
bullet. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We
a man, goin' fist to fist? Nigga, I'm smokin' weed til' I enter the World Never forgot about the time I screamed "Fuck the World" Lord forgive me for
on a ghetto ride.. through this crooked world Wash the pain and tears from the eyes.. of the boys and girls [Verse 2: Big Pimp] Well I can remember comin' home one
Quite fine my darling and how are you Well I'm doing quite fine but I'm kind of upset Because I heard a little something I could not forget What's that