not one of us He has never been one of us He is not part of us Not our kind Someone once lied to us Now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what
She might just be the one to have to help you out some day United we will stand up Or divided we will fall Love your one another For the father love us
up, they come from Brinks So what the ladies wink You the one in the Mercedes Shotgun with the thing Coat chillin watchin "The Lion King" Crying and
underneath the dirt next to the flowers and grass At the funeral mommas and dads get showered with gats You kill one us and we'll kill one of you, counterattack
round the walls Faith is shattered, bodies fall Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Nothing to lose like one we'll stand It's all for one and one for all
shall fall Round the walls Faith is shattered bodies fall Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Nothing to lose Like one we'll stand It's all for one and One
talkin bout they the king, ya know what i'm sayin the king of this the king of that well i think we need to get this straight there's only one true king
give me a cigar then a cigar i'll bust, put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff, look ma i'm tryin to make a porno starring us, well not just us
to a bright new year! FIRMIN Quite a night! I'm impressed! FIRMIN Well, one does one's best . . . ANDRE/FIRMIN (raising their glasses) Here's to us!
and I unfold the mysteries told From the futuristic realms to the days of old Make straight through the path of the one voice calling Truth shines,
flow underneath the hood gotta fo'54 plus the brain blowed out so i can blow out my dro chrome pipes roarin like lion in the jungle be careful not to
pop it, now what? Now what? Not the nigga To bow down to the law I'm not that nigga To snitch and I'm not that nigga you saw I'm not that nigga To switch
oh bling And I got two twin cutles's interior gator I call em' Now and Later 'cuz they candy flavored You see I drive one now and drive the other one
niggaz to death for tryin' to imitate us Y'all could never see us, be us, TS, kill the BS 'Cause Pun got more guns and funds than ideas Un be us, I'm
'm grabbin' my stuff God forbid, somethin' happen to us Let's remain and friends and discuss our troubles and might try again Word to my iron pen, it's not
' Underneath the hood got the fo'-fifty-fo' Plus the brains blowed out so I can blow out my 'dro Chrome pipes roarin' like the lion in the jungle be careful not
! You can't fuck wit us nigga Regime mobstaz, tatted with dragons and mashin' - nigga! [Yukmouth] The thug lord ayatollah ran wit' twelve disciples One hand held the Bible One
