on it, so we gon' give it to 'em They say they waitin on it, so we gon' give it to 'em They say they waitin on it, so we gon' give it to 'em They say
on his neck With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect I opened it, seen the God holdin' his kids Photogenic, tears just burst out
here forever, motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight, my niggaz an' my niggarettes Let's do it like this Imma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it
do it, I'm a do it These niggas be talkin so bad, an [unverified] I could slap a bitch, like I had a million dollars in cash So it ain't no thang, bitch
take it because, you know Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny to blackball Well, you know, I wrote a little poem about it and I really hope you like it
. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played a major
Maybe it's just the drugs, visions of how the block was Crack came and it was strange how it rocked us Perhaps the underlyin' fact stay high explain genocide It
with tear-bright eyes then tenderly she said Yes lonely Klondike miner it is true my name is Peg It's also true I longed for you and wrote it on an egg
make it mud And tear that difference down, rock 'n' roll is how I feel it comin', it's breakin' my neck I feel it comin', jealousy, baby I feel it comin', it
front ?? Scarecrow Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it Ain't no
nigga'll take the camp, probably let her ride my lap Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, bitch I'm on the map I'm the kinda nigga bro' push a 450 hoe Down
Some say they down but they shady, so in glock I trust I shall bust if you in it, man, represent it, man If it's all about that, yah, that green then
is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in moonshine Let's take it
daily basis I be postin' it up Smokin' it up choppin' it to match it wit dub Give us a club six mane tearin' it up These niggaz misleaded I'mma throw
the drums and our backs to the sun Our shields are all burnished and bright The camp fires ebb, the gauntlet is down Our tears, no sorrow for the vanguard
to prominence In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment Actors can glamour it, and access the evil I know where Osama is, he down in Camp David Down
of our love. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played
Babylon. Chapter one: it is written in brail. What you feel tonight, is not just anger my children, It is not just depression, It is not confusion, it