one Hit me Got Mike He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes" He's
k/a Jewish Dr. Bombay is the ladies choice Step on stage so we smoke and dry moist Every time I bring it twoice as noice [Ad-Rock] Now he's a breddern
s all about community, let's help ourselves Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win Need somebody as the hood
matricide D the same schizos Paranoia key of E Let's have a coda in the key of K something that only we can play Maybe we'll light up like a hundred K
ll reign it The hustle been tainted, the plot?s been foiled The whole world sold out, you all got spoiled I spit that flame, I spark that fire All the
me..from rappin' because it pay's me Orale, that's what I say Orale puto, that's what I say before I spray All the fuckin' leva's and I cap, cap, cap
on, come on, come on, come on, come on I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them K's
zoom deep into your tomb And if you feel the vibe glide true it's on you And if you need to drive right through it's on you And if your screamin' "moi non plus" it's
plan first Ooh weeee Can it be, another song we done made Fakin' on no damn jacks A bitch gots to get paid Come on prophets, now it's on Nigga, it's
dog attack... Thought it was all for me homie did you fall for that? You turn paper red no cardiac... get your hand out of my pocket... what's with all
: [T.I talking] Damn, has it been that long? (haha) Say what happens since I been gone They got the game all wrong, it's too pretty in here Let's say
It?s two in the mornin? someone tell me why?s there?s traffic I wish I had a bumper car, I?d road-rage your *** with it I guess I have a choice I don?
make it out the P's Don't ever doubt a G, and have me spaz like 'Face with the K, and my nose all powdery It ain't about the streets, it's 'bout the
: Refugees yo.. all you say [Wyclef Jean] Dirty Dirty Dirty South I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A. Sold my first A-K I saw her man get murdered
'all and to the funky beat and Everytime you hear me rhyme, y'all be freakin' The B-I-Z will wreck it, R-O-C-K it You're guaranteed to like me, for what
how to live my life? I've given you all that I have and there's no turning back And there's no turning back now It's time to fight Make a choice and