take over Get on the flaw What you waiting for This life holds more So get on the flaw He's going ballistic I think they'll pay a visit We'll get compensated
t understand the master plan coming to earn man Till they start kickin the door in then we ready to blast Them out (out) like planes (planes) that's bout
my mojo was active Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t I'm on to the new act, on to my
jew man ain't no joke Remember when me and my cousin used to sit up on the porch And talk about when we get older now we up against the ropes Yeah, they
I was Cool J I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin' Games People Play Sittin' on a garbage can, rhymin' to my man Talkin' 'bout big money and future plans
is perfection Ras Kass: Inside my mother's womb,doomed to return to the tomb. Or was it from the dead I was raised? All too soon to pay, on judgement
just what you get I know it hasn't hit you yet Now I don't mean to get you upset But every cause has an effect Come on baby, light my fire Everything
and my mojo was active Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t I?m on to the new act, on to
, the game plan's to defeat the man Fuck tryin' to beat the man I'd have the gate seized and to freedom planned(?) Get out the people if you're tryin
live nigga, check it out Lb, S bill a fam on a mission And I ain't worried about people biting "Minstrel Show" they still teething on "The Listening"
and I fight for God I?m from the Highland clans, I?m on some stolen lands The crown jewel in the New World Order plans Get your quarter cam, place your
, comes all out her face like Charro it's Vaughn, he's back on and you know he don't care like Jimmy Crackcorn wax off, wax on tried to raise taxes on
I was Cool J I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin Games People Play Sittin on a garbage can, rhymin to my man Talkin bout big money and future plans
understand the master plan coming to earn man Till they start kickin the door in then we ready to blast Them out (out) like planes (planes) that's bout
meet the Master (He's God) Verse 2: Please let me speak on, person number 3 homes The one up in the trinity that most people sleep on But how could
A multitude of anger Ring out vulgar tone Obscenity fro your pride To isolate small flaws Down right inhuman On the moral ladder Escape the cutthroat
