Why does he see the worst in everything? Can't you see we're doing what we want to do? Can't you see it doesn't matter what you say? Doin' what we want
t know me or my homies We O-U-T Lawz, f**k the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true
tired and I don?t wanna sleep I wanna have fun Time for a good time Twelve o?clock, two o?clock three o?clock four Five o?clock we know were that?s
t guaranteed to last long But while it's happenin' you know I'm straight lovin' it You put your pussy in position and I'm pluggin' it But if you're lookin' for
it Hush boy (if you want me for your girlfriend) Come on boy, don't play it tough Hush boy Just for the first date Hush boy You shouldn't worry cause
then you'll begin, to master Rhymin rhymin rhymin Verse One: KRS-One Criminal minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a style like mine you can't find it
for fun When they lose they get upset, ?always? pullin a gun But they will snap out of that because I'm KRS-One Not two, not three, but o-n-e Get it right
A Turn It In And I'm A Turn It Out But For Now I've Got To Pass The Mic To Yauch Well On And On And On And On I Can't Stop Y'All 'Til The Early Morn'
Turn It In And I'm A Turn It Out But For Now I've Got To Pass The Mic To Yauch Well On And On And On And On I Can't Stop Y'All 'Til The Early Morn
it where the gangsta Bloods at 5.000 and 6 to the hundred Spotted E-Ricket draw down and gun it Fuck E-Rickets man, fuck E-Rickets Bloostone Villains gon' get it
nigga on the trigger, they gotta pull it And I ain't never had no gratitude Layzie Bone be crazy killin' with a ganksta attitude Buck, The Enterpri$e
grab your buns No fun because it's on [Chorus] "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga", "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga" "Comin for you, so mother-fu-fuckers Run.. run..
the world Only to God we hail, and this money we spend it We spend it, it's the root of e-vil But these black millionaires will live and survive We will
wit it The one's that never argue when it's time to hit it This little nappy headed bitch tried to stick me for a G Fake stripper, hit my pockets while
O.C., and in the bag you'll be leaving I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even is worth e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N. I son'd you folk
label called Atomic With Walkmen and Kramtronix, layin' down cuts on it I stayed pollyin' 24/7 And in 1997 started recordin' our first record Then my phone rang, didn't know who it