you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right You wanna make
clutch Uh-uh, Napoleon the strength of the strong-arm When they think they was in the right I prove they movin wrong I'm a, hardcore, product of the
Pete Rock and you know I could stand up get'cha all, UHH, all night long (yeah) It feels too right, too strong to be wrong Let's turn it up, full blast, and make
I was in the wrong place at the right time The devil had an arm around me, But your sweet heart found me & I must 'a been prayin' right I was in the wrong
those days are done Look at us, who you to judge? When you do wrong it makes me want to do right It also cancels out the guilt that makes the load feel
all I could see was myself looking back at me Reflection And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you [Slug] What would it take to make a
no Juvey wanna make a ghost or few What am I'm supposed to back down or somthin cause you got a lil click All that frownin and reppin shit Gone get ya down in a devil
unify with our own plan Why do we fear, the devil now that he's a grown man Cause he bought you, taught you how to eat the wrong food But now it's time
foreign currency [Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz] Sixteen kings, international Going against the odds and the curse A universal traveller verse The first to peep this right or wrong
Verse 1: I know a place where the trees don't grow Just another place where niggaz live low I know a place where life is fucked up Make a wrong move
Excuses is useless I tried to tell her that I can't make it She said "You can't just make some muthafuckin' plans and break it Besides I wanna do a strip
path of knowledge that'll earn my pay I think for myself, I take advice And if I did it wrong once, then I do it twice I check my steps, make sure they
what my heart say My hard head make me learn shit the hard way Dodging the fedz ain't the easy way to live, care But nigga do it everyday to make a meal
got head on yall holler that I'm dead wrong shoot out before I make it some split a nigga fuckin dome got shit to make your whole hood battle yall
and somehow I'm still high Three years, still seein the weed in my eyes Lord Sometimes I don't know what you want from me But I do know you know what
Kentish Town. A delicate hush the gods, floating by wishing us well, pie in the sky. God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right, right to be wrong
the Immature zone From top to middle, down to the bottom You face the highway, lookin at Leatherface Three miles away, you'll be in wrong place I will make
he do shit But I'm on some new shit, and it's too late the fuse lit I treat my nine like a new bitch And the shit do kick, word [Chorus: Lord Tariq]