When the moon has risen That's when I leave my prison And get back to my work When the day is over That's when I try to show her But she just goes beserk
in this part of the land Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan I've been trainin since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
to the youth tear the roof off the whole school Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got him
, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying to get this [Verse 1: 2pac] Murderous mind state, Can't keep my nine straight, Sippin' on this
-nine) Fresh out on bail, ni**az still can't see me (Napoleon, E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein) That's how it is Now we got a new motherf**kin plan,
Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers
to tha youth tear tha roof off tha ol' school Oh no, I won't turn tha other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we gotta
50 Cent:] G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] We poppin' them bottles every time we pose and Takin' planes to Atlanta
out, get your plans together and focus, The day you come out, we all gonna party like it's two-thousand nine-hundred and ninety-nine. But I'm gonna see
her to ride. "Come on." [Thug Queen] "May I ask you what you headed to the west fo'?" [Krayzie] "I got a potna got a plan fo' some dough and if you
the area, Capleton's in the area We got Shaolin in the area Big up yourself black man, my brothers Hell is the plan for the other, discover, discover,
Kiss, a kiss I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss [Verse 1: Royce] Uh, Nickle nine
on any fences If so to what extense if Any, should I go? 'Cause it's getting expensive Being on the other side of the courtroom on the defensive They
nine There's gonna be a burn out on highway nine Burn out on highway nine There's gonna be a burn out on highway nine
it A dirty old bum Now he's shooting power curves His buddies think he's got some nerve Mrs Face had other lovers Her arms smothered other numbers He
ever since I've been down I'm colorblind [WC] Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine I was told to peel a cap on the other side Yo, young
nipples be The game sour like like a pickle be, y'all know da rules Move from BK to New Jeruz -- thinkin bout all the planes we flew, bitches, we ran