government doesn't hear all the warnings No one will gamble and no one will fuck Cause the loyalty's lost and the drinkers are drunk The factory cheats and the industry
doesn't hear all the warnings No one will gamble and no one will fuck Cause the loyalty's lost and the drinkers are drunk The factory cheats and the industry
bodies else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold, I keep hoping please, if you
else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold, I keep hoping please, if you prefer
the crew The ones they got their styles from, but claimed They never knew Already...Yeah The underground source, which everyone Eventually feeds from. Influence the industry
. Nice going asshole. Nice going asshole. Nice going asshole. You finally did something right and I'm 2% bummed it wasn't me. I hope you know that Christine
and my scuffed up boots In the meantime, smoke a Newport down to the green line Leave mine alone in the zone tryin to feed mine Know y'all hope Sean fall
and steak Yeah I know ya mad I'm a demonstrate, how to deal with all the hate While I'm reppin for my city and my state I-I-I know ya mad [Verse 1:
Come on Cause when I get on the mic and do my thing You need to listen Reach out and feel this Check it out [Verse 1] Rockin is a state of mind for niggaz
the Peruvian embassy. I hope that when I spit this poem the whole world will remember me. I?m screaming like (something) give us us our free, me Pitbull and this industry
niggaz playa hate that RBL is breakin wails in every state don't perpitrate though I heard you wanna make moves like me but you don't have the right skills for this industry
a knife can too (yeah) I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you? Once by my mom, pops the other two Child abuse kid, ward of the state I know it was the past
Crazy cause all I'm doin is makin the industry pay me but when I show my Face feelin everythings great did a show then we ate then I'm outa that State
2] The industries faulty industry salty (man) The industry cost me industry brought me (pain) The industry taught me industry caught me (strange) And you niggas know that the industries
hide yourself and watch your back from Men In Black I state the facts, nothing but the truth why even lie I swear to god, cross my heart and hope to die
explain this ain't no game, the words you talking have you coming right up out your frame. You understand where I'm coming from slim, Bucktown's the state
you heard bitch, Can it, cause your frontin. Dead wrong. Dinner table conversations. Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions. Call it a contamination of Mind State
