my truth, crystal clear Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenements Eighty-five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp
land, jump the gun out the fryin' pan Into the fire, transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack An' 'A Streetcar Named Desire', who got my back? In the line of fire
shoot, put on the Bean bitch Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch We rip crowds, whole lot of fire and
a boy and a man she was seventeen and she was far from inbetween it was summertime in southern michigan splashing through the sand bar talking by the camp fire
'm smarter than Einstein I'm fire like Cayenne You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena Like Teena Marie be rockin
creativity and are made outcasts. * We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll, But we can
Villain man never ran with crills in his hand and won't stop rockin' until he clock in a gazzillion grand 'Til he in the wasteland sands raps on on backs
my army at? Rather attack and not react Back to beats it don't reflect On how many records get sold On sex drugs and rock 'n roll Whether your projects
premise Bliss mimic, baptise, chastise, laugh die Kiss the finish, piss the villagers the fuck off Pete Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes Aes Rock
' dinner on the ground, made of fresh caught catfish stew Lay awake at night when I hear a wildcat scream Tellin' takes around the camp fire light about
baby gangsta, not no P-poppa This is dedicated to niggas that be fakin' Tried to rock the crowd for the turf but couldn't make it It was complicated so how you gonna rock
Shauna got juice like a muh'fucka Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas Back in the bricks wit that good Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp
... [rock] You's a buddha junkie! [bj swan] Chase the taste of the elegance flowin' in the bass When we in the place, party people know they gotta wait Cause when boot camp
feel the ultimate hit [az the visualiza] Yo lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin Blaze up, make fire
fire Lowriders we're getting higher Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders
They knockin' my fame and biz' cuz of rocks in my watch If you was smart you'd watch the golds that's on top of my crotch The rocks in my watch, is more