to point out what's wrong With emcees like these popping that bullshit, please!? Hang it up, black If it's a God-given talent then take that shit back Analyse the style, go home
the back While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac We say fuck that, matter of fact You tainted our style bitch boy we want our
spun The coin's been placed below my tongue Never give up Never give in Be on our side So we can win Never give up Never give in Be on our side Old
be lost if you truly believe) (Roam in darkness) Troy in darkness (There's a cold emptiness in our hearts) That they've gone away (And) won't come back
the end of the road I dont even know the weight that i will unload I wish I could relapse another time Turn back the tap discovered rhymes Back and forth, forth and back
Sweat Makes Somethin With His Crew And His Peers, See It Was Hip-Hop That Put Three Law Souls On A Map, From Showen Us The Country, To Putten Clothes On Our Back
and don?t really want trouble, step to the side like a S1W, the NW north of NWA?s place of origin, originators of the first general strike, roots of our
like a motherfucker always had to struggle mayne Always been a winner though I never knock the hustle game Some of them niggas they'll never change Bounce back
me home (coming forth to carry me home) Swing low sweet chariot (sweet chorit) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) I looked
hit him, they missed him (oh shit, hot damn!) So homie ducked and rose backed up buckin off his shit And hit one of them niggaz back off in the skillet
and his people knew the flav And to really make it happen they went and got a million slaves Stripped them off their materials and their minds Since back home
guards No mishaps! Perhaps You'd rather take a train with the 'caine I'll arrange that Are you with that? When you get back Contact Texas and our L.A
thing I?m gonna say ? Shut it! Couldn?t say shut it! .. We?re gone And we won And this is just our freestyle An interlude to our second song right now
Hardball [Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back) Cuz they know I'm the only tight for dogs So many back to back
message of good with my Now Rule mighty Step up to the right, dispense and be known Remember what I said is to teach your own at home first, and as we
Queen. With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans. Well I fought in the dockyards for the the money that I made. And the fight was my home and any
Mad years passed Still got each other back Word is bond never screw none of these industry cats We like Scull and Mulder Walkin' shoulder to shoulder Milkin' this game watchin' our
suck our motherfucking dick You soft sissy punk ass pussy motherfucker, you [Verse 1] [L] Now, my man out fucking another bitch Gonna come home and serve