So sit and ponder Why giving up or admitting wrong Are sometimes the same... One hour Doesn't seem too long When countless hours landed you here For some it
too long When countless hours landed you here For some it's too long I have watched That measly hour Tear apart and even, Even get to me... So if you
you nigga, you spook It was President Bush, Daryl Gates and David Duke They stood him on a milk crate Put a noose on his neck and kicked it It's too late
' while ya'll plans foyale ya'll funny style, you'll never make it to trial It ain't a game kid. [Verse 4: Rhyme Recca] World premier, metal gear fanfare
up, pass it, so I can puff You can't get enough of the rugged and rough Anti-pop, we ain't singin like klutz Check it, World's (World's) Famous (Famous
it or die tryin Don't hesitate, he's at the gate And that's a million black men in one place to set it straight So black women applaud the black God I
metaphor 2 better your head'll blurr Instead of blurr let it clurr how stress is and let it cure (urr) Haters hate it hurr slap you like hunters at a duur (eer) This present year not
close second with some clocks on your feet Not jocked in the street but respected at the bank Unsigned and hella broke, think it is when it ain't, bitch
to die. That they are about the meet whatever's after death. It's funny...nobody wants to turn to god till it's too late. Till it's time for you to
They could've killed Hercules This whole nation was built Virtually, from capital to captivity The earth could be the modest ?? You not listening It's
I'm undercover like double-o, wit trouble y'all Be whatever-whatever, I'm nice wit it all Whatever you yak and broad hitted on Now it's time ta get rid
get done on I'm not the one to funnel,I'm lyrically inclined Seriously devine,whatever we G is crime Ha!I take it down,make it clear and in your bare
It Out Bronx Walk It Out Queens Walk It Out You Know Brooklyn Walk It Out Now Harlem Walk It Out Harlem Walk It Out Harlem Walk It Out Harlem Walk
Your crooks suck, I make a deal off of blood money Make an album off the drug money Take the label money and launder it under the table money And open businesses It
The silver still smelled and smelted down quick into the copper or lead or whatever else it was. And when the metal was still soft and hot you'd engrave the curse into it
the comment The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah [Verse One: Foxy Brown] Who be the, mahogany, mami, the slanted eyes hold it down,
figures In new sixes, hennessey with dark mixes The richest, fuck around, you won't fix it Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel shit Fuck a cop, why not
