blink, ya link on You probably won't even know where ya gold is Stapleton's the coldest Fuck the 'partment of corrections We New York's boldest Tell President Bush
all the guns, the funds will come my way Whether we deliverin' high grade To the people in the pit of the tri-state Or dabble in the hood like ??? Lock
"We left the people of Israel with, one thought.. that they are not alone -- The people of New York, people of the United States of America indeed decent
Bush like the president Represent Massachusetts residents Abuse rap kids, ain't no evidence of negligence Ever since I use the mic to make better sense I control the stage since the golden
Word is bond!) Your ambition, put you in that fucked up condition Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction Now you in a state of non-fiction
Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named Bush. His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush. He drank like a fish while he drove a car about. But
This is the county of kings you can tell by the size of the medallions and gold rings Royalty dwells in sections we swing Where the bush is flat, where
put that on mammas I put that on something I put that on grandcedas You run up on me GET YOUR MAN BEAT UP! [Mistah F.A.B.] bush ride, gas kill, 6 dueces, golden
It's real it be hittin me things def made the store hot Jewels link, niggas beam, whole team labelled wally king Goldie poured a beer, Johnny's man dot
Gods on the prowl We full again, ruff men scuff Timbs Sonic bionic lens, RZA console Is it Bush or the Dole, front row of the superbowl Black gold in
the station This is the state of the nation They got your neighbor at the station This is the state of the nation This is the state of the nation
'? (Word is bond) Your ambition, put you in that fucked up condition Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction Now you in a state of non
"we left the people of israel with, one thought.. That they are not alone -- the people of new york, People of the united states of america Indeed
Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named Bush. His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush. He drank like a fish while he drove a car about.
, highway Bring all the guns, the funds will come my way Whether we deliverin' high grade To the people in the pit of the tri-state Or dabble in the hood
never be Son Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a laser beam that blow between the bushes
