hand ya know [Chorus:] Mini-van people gone to jamaica One driver a dozen conductor Yeah! mini-van people gone to jamaica One driver a dozen conductor tree
(feat. Wes) Oh you, not you, no way not again, can't trust you, love you, not like i did, confused little kid on the inside right, bruised up past,
And getting rowdy with us {Busta:} Yo yo yo yo yo yo Me and my nigga Mystikal make a plan that generate Sufficient amount of funds across many lands Generate
who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. It is easy
15 minutes I'll call my folks he get the dough Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk To go with them other four batteries that piling
tape they couldnt care where they leaves yours at your girl's a rat tell that ho im not gonna beep her back dont need her black got too many other needer
on that day was my flow And although I see many problems in my fellow man Hatred of others is absolutely not my master plan My other spiritual half has
DJ Premier intro] [Guru] It's that wise older brother That mind-moldin brother Still that nine-holdin brother, spittin like no other I smother other
mi nah trust baby cham too much bubu spar wid capelton. now jus di odda day mi did ah scoop mr.lex but him go tear off him shirt n mi sight checken chest. general
henchmen Leave shots in the same hoodie you dressed in No it's not a miracle baby I'm that incredible Street certified come on salute a general Your outta
chess Concidered blessed, movin' amongst the madness While protected plus I've been selected to bring wannabees to their knees Who be claimin' these It's a general
trees they're raping, as the slave class culture, for the first class nation. We're pushing hard on things that we see down. We're killing each other
And tell everyone to stay beneath the trees. The general is pissed. He shakes his fist At the wind up from the west that blows the desert in his eyes Generals
with the sickedest motherfuckers in the perimeter (huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww (ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass
I am, play my piano, and sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye and I said, I'm a logger - just up from Coos Bay, Oregon. Been toppin' trees
th, the birth of Saturn A homosexual god, now check the historical pattern December 25, now thought the birth of Christ Was Saturnalia, when men got drunk, fucked each other
family tree Lord? We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life 'Cuz I don't know what's there on the other
