evil; brings wars and other cells of upheaval. Leaves family in the streets with nothing to eat; little baby boys and girls no shoes on their feet; all the men
Verse 2:] Three hitchhikers in the heart of Mississippi Two black men and a friend who's a hippie When up rolled a pent-up truck With three white boys
s so bad These men rush out to help the dying And though I am no use to them I do my part by simply smiling The ghetto boys are cat calling me As I pull
on Got in man's shoes without a shoe horn got His suit torn for men Born to win just to go on a limb To die for sin so men could be born again They taunted
Pants baggie- they sagged and dragged on the floor But I was never that boy to show the back of his draws But I did hang, kicked slang, me and my boys
want to scream Greedo, Chewbacca, Luke, R2, and Han, 3PO, Yoda, Bobafett, Obi Wan Green Machine, Suckerman Silly Putty, Lincoln Logs Sitting in my Underoos Reading christmas catalogs What happened to my action men
melanin dwells but could stop growth and developments Arrested for nothing Gumbo's within' soulful H20 men be droppin' Happenin's like Homosapians Hustlins within' to exist as afro USA...men
my knees, Never get to hot or act to cold. I'm the poster girl with self control. But now I'm making noise (Like I never do) And dancing with the boys
Y'all niggaz pay The Source for mics man Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga from the streets I respect you man, close it out like this, 2
you fuckin with a stash raper Duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth don't duck or try to shake us 2P89 ruge so don't tuck paper
a second dogs I got us I swear to God Feel this shit right here [Beanie Mac] Aiyyo, from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road Yo we boys to the end never
Lawnge And the seven-thirty-five Is, yeah, we got it going on We grown men, we're not fucking with toys Like I said before, yo, we boys [Chucky Smash
to get where I'm at with the drugs, you'll never see a rapper in this game like me again the shit I spit transformes little boys into men (Hook) I been
do is smoke hi-jo, MC Freek im a lyrical pro, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and 0 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and 0, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and 0. [Krazy] This one's standard this one heavy
just do it Cause when you think about it Before you know it, you blew it I ain't got shit to lose No mercy nigga, no sarges Get your rowdy boys
was called the devil by early European settlers, Who were terrified by its demonic cries lost. All along the horror score, fire wasp. x2 At last you