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everyone commenced to do what They've been doin' before he moved their heads He walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin "Would you kindly
kill, bustas, suckas jump Pull a fucked up clickin' on you niggas, Fly gon' ball, you punk To you fuckin' imitators, watch yo ass fuckin' click Bite a
, suckas jump Pull a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk To you f**kin imitators, watch yo ass f**kin click Bite a Playa's style and
everyone commenced to do What they were doin' before he turned their heads Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin "Could you kindly
break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:" "I've got a golden
to a ghetto near you, street fame Bust, comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame All out warfare, eye for a eye bustin' on my enemies bad boy killing (Comin' to a
a ghetto near you, Street fame, bust Comin' to a ghetto near you, Street fame All out warfare, eye for a eye Bustin' on my enemies bad boy killin', straight dissin' you
't believe you placed this cock above me wrong I know you like a book but I just cannot find what page you're on Now you put you in the middle, your voice is just a riddle Say you
could leave the coal mines of Kentucky And know something better than sad poverty Blackie, Kentucky, you know that I'll miss you But there are other places
everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he moved their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, Could you kindly
commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, "Could you kindly tell
right now i haven?t given you my name i haven?t given you anything at all i haven?t given you any order i will give you all my body and soul yesterday
last I could leave the coal mines of Kentucky And know something better than sad poverty Blackie Kentucky you know that I miss you But there are lotta places
hear them say messiah, I have yet to see a Savior I'm hearing Satan whisper, "Snaps, I need a couple favors." I see a bunch of fakers, I feel a rush
] (One love to my true thugs) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame (bust) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame All out warfare, eye for a
Keith] Yeah, you know you go to a club And you see some corny guy standin there with a clipboard You know you in a fake area, a phony area A real fake
