deified. All this dogma is bound, No effort to separate the myth from the facts, Fairy tales saying that the end of days have come at last. Was it always
day a revolution might erupt, and the skys over Kingston lighting up For the new generation rising up, of youths now a days weh dem sighting up And through reasoning dem biding up
foreign cars into the stars Fuck bitches at our leisure Stuff dick inside they throat til they have seizures Hoes down, B's up Roll the trees up, Smokey
z in suits, Cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs, I'm supposed to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear, The last 12 months been a fucking nightmare. Chorus: I only fuck
back rich, yeah nigga that's my proof I, hold the gauge you can hold the twenty-two Nigga run up on Ya Boy baby you be shootin' too Fuck Bonnie and Clyde
call you bitch again You ain't fuck with me, hehehe I swear I'll never call you bitch again (All I just wanna say is um, if I fuckin apologized) I swear
dollar counts Bustas is jealous and half these niggaz is punks They runnin off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic
buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with
knowin if, strays in flight gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me? Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up Last night we off the
where more and more borhters givin up and don't care Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed and I proceed to blow the track up, for young
tha air oh yeah nigga bust ain't no time to spare called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up and with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit up
pain cause we drinkin Playin them hoes like manure First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!) It's two niggaz comin up out
'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.) Verse Two
up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't give a fuck I gotta give my fuck offs Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department Fuck
hands up (throw ya hands up) Throw ya hands up (what you scared of nigga, what you goin for the trunk For) Get em up, come on Throw ya hands up Leave
this rap shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
I'm foul You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement
