There cop hater here going against society, I don't understand the music It's too loud, it's too rowdy, it's too violent Let's ban all rap music (Outlawz
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin' Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a
Let me show you the stars take you back to the car Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene
5, fly friendly skies Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it [Chorus] [Nas
you where you shit (ha ha) Chorus Come you all, come and hail the Queen Everybody let me hear you sing Come you all, come and hail the Queen Everybody
s thirty-three ***** From twin ***** there's sixteen a piece, that's thirty-two Which means, one of my **** was holdin seventeen Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody
on, NASDAQ, Dow Jones Don't body ya self Crazy Take it slow man Slow down Take it slow motherfucker Don't body ya self Let's listen Let's just listen
it's on it's on And it's always on It's just like this song "Jungle" What's gonna happen next out here It's gettin' crazier, weirder People losing spirituality
(feat. Nas, Obie Trice) [2pac:] I see mothers in black cryin, brothers in packs dyin Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why Watchin our own downfall
kill Let me show you the stars take you back to the car Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene
won't play me Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy It's our reality, you call it crazy But it's a darkside, it's what you made me No more Mr. Nice Guy
Yea, hehe. Don Quan A vision of God's Son Nas. That nigga Cass rules. Whattup baby [Chorus: Quan] Y'all niggaz is crazy. *To think* Y'all niggaz can'
[Intro: Joell] Yo I ain't gon' front, shorty used to look GOOOOOD She's just lookin alright nowadays It's crazy {"C-C-C-Cookin Soul"} [Joell Ortiz:]
low But everybody who's somebody already know A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up LET'S
[Kobe] Uh Uh huh You know what this is I'ma let 'em run around one more time I drop sumpin' on y'all It's like... it's like What's it like? My microphones
it be" That it's time to do somethin' It's not socialism It's not communism It's lovin' each other, realize there's no difference It's positive movement
, fly friendly skies Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it [Chorus] [Nas
'm ill If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well (Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it So when they start