Is knowing when to say Enough is Enough I'm leaving, wish i could stay Do yourself a favor and stop thinking of me It breaks my heart but I have to say Enough is
when to say Enough is Enough I'm leaving, wish i could stay Do yourself a favor and stop thinking of me It breaks my heart but I have to say Enough is Enough
pictures of you race through my head, and now its time for me to go back home, in my head, im left alone. and now that we're over this hill, these arguements
I run with them Harlem World niggaz And everybody I'm runnin' with is the highest paid in what we do That's why this shit is Pay Per View [Verse One
Shootin' at the sky that's over my head Hopin' that the bullets all wake the dead Loud enough that it even shake they bed but Quiet enough that it don
that you doing and just like that Things will happen for you, keep shining them? It's bright enough to spread over a million graves Over a million slaves
is designed to put rhymes in lines combined with semis Spray any, plus I got the brain of a soldier My son started but I stay till it's over We click-
the news, that the revolution is coming And you better get ready, sort of like The end of the world is coming, unfortunately The world is just gonna get
stone King where the interest is big enough To accommodate a Pterodactyl in flight Priest sit and the Tabernacle will write While Jackals fight over the
] Word on block is that half the King Killer Beez rap's under seige, Guyanese guns I got European funds, my ice don't melt Shaolin is felt, mathematics is
flip more shells than the Ninja Turtle show This is my movie in 3-D, slice ya neck with a Fugees CD And stick Lauryn Hill with the coroner's bill [Sample
up controversy and sell I'm like Sister Souljah So bring out bum-ass Russell Simmons cuz comedy's over The Lucci I'm worth is enough to deficit a nation
Citty-on-the-Hille. Its gates are open wide. I hear the ringing bells. Look over yonder there, on toward the burying ground. Poor boy is all afire.
swing it hard like little kid bops So front I keep the tone vexin, but to the heads stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin
on with the tour. We're here at the Arlington National Cemetary. Behind all of you, right where the gentleman with the afro is standing, is the grave
a gray 5, dope in the trunk And enough coke to have these blocks open for months When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills Act up and you gon
bitch make me rich Shut the fuck up bitch and gobble a dick I had a bonified head demon Certain enough to get the head screamin' Damn, this head was screamin
are poor, and you know damn well nobody wants to be poor This play is gonna show how the pigs react when the people start To take community, control over
