. To my Mother, to my friends, I'm all right. Am I all right? It's mine, all mine. Tu-ra lu-ra Cut-out, you're a doll. You're cut out to fit right in
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it up 'cause it's to the plus Then spread your wings like an angel and get high like dust Plus, I'm knowin' fakers hatin' on us Girls comin' out the cut
with us, same niggers go to jail with me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it my every
" - Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" - Chuck D (cut
high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces laid bris and they nuts cut
time Waste nothing eat everything, on the plate at dinner time [Hook x2] [50/50 Twin] I swear, while writing this song on my spot Three jump-out boys jumped out
ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed
have bitches come out of pajama But not the shady one that get you throwed off in the slammer Me and my fama out there dirty be actin nutty with ?Buddy
for me I just cut the music on the lo-lo I got my hand on the fo-fo Tellin my people to get down, help me look out for the po-po Put it in drive, hit
:] It's always hurtin' someone like you That you're closin' into a blindside get cold Everytime you're fallin' into your wrong I suggest my self it last I wasn't able to cut far
goes WHO's WHO's Gonna lead your moves When its callin' you just gotta move on Gettin' out of yr car to see it goin' so far Everybody's tuning with
up with your love We persist to ignore your whispers You've come so far, you've come so far A mile away from what is Press on Spell it out this time,
[Verse 1] Parachute ratty, one bunk cord now the air is scooped badly Dripping out the sticks like a twig-tweed hammock Miter cut the cables for that
Pipes Yet Everyday I Slaughter These Mics, Some Say Im Cold Some Say Im Jus Right Lyrics At Yard Im Writing Them Out, Then Im At The Rave Reciting Them Out
when i get it and that i get it when i need it you?ve gone too far can you get out of it who says that i want out of it who says i?m even in better to