Please sit down, I'll move up Put my face on his backer, yeah He needs the room, oo-oo-oo I don't wanna fight you Fat big man, take me home Find his
step Step to the left while I rep it to the death Easily approached, smokin' on the roach in coach til I'm so high I'm on another plane Hey, every fucking
[Talk] These is hard times we livin' in Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is
because some thirsty niggaz wanted the spotlight Step back black, Ak' ain't the one I'm on a mission, got no time to be dead or in prison I'm trying to
was plantin' You know this beautful harvest... [Shabazz the Disciple:] I see it, me and Preme back, young enough I see it... It all began at the age
with with the dungeonists Beats some of them, 21 Gunz licking cannabis [21 Gunz] Bomb.. bomb.. another lick shot to the med Messin with these please, with tomb tomb, leave em dead
* send corrections to the typist Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility before I'm 40 a molecular archceogenetic laboratory that can analyze complex
jams I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers I was nursed by the biggest of buildings and had the sonic volcanic cap that the butcher have attached to his dead
when I was dead They should have know somethings wrong with my head Social outcast they diagnose my friend When I burn down my school at the age of 10
Young guy still shy around women But knew her from the Outback, small town livin Same age, same grade, same date We agreed to let our sex life take shape Made a plan
, twenty, twenty-two [x4] [Verse 1] I'm comin' out slippery as a trout Here is my handle here is my spout Fresh brand new born baby on the planet Almost
If my dad was there, because he ain't dead It's some' I wanna tell but I can't say it Why? Cause the radio want play it At the age of nine I was a dankhead
4] [Sadat X:] Walkin' New York with the big stick loaded Most voted for the daily tabloid from Tokyo to Repungy Square I be there and as the plan unfrail
up With the skull and bone Betchya what is known of the scroll and key Of the D.O.C. Yeah Yeah I have a secret plan New world connects and threatens
Money became his only love To make cold cash was his vow He was the man with the plan, the big guy now He said, "I'm not down where Reagan's planned So
down low It's so twisted in this white man's society Why it be hard for a nigga when he try to be Independent, on his own with a plan You hate it cause