can't push it all away Every minute every day We have to find the time to make these people do the things the say I can't push it all away Every minute
did all the people go? Mommy, you won't tell me what you know Evil smiles while they lie to you Careless secrets glorified untrue I can't push it all
here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la [Makaveli] I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting
have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la Verse One: Makaveli I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy
: In the heat of the night You've pushed my juice to the limit You slide so right I know that you'ra going down It's getting harder to breathe You
cuz he need it And all you niggaz hatin', shut you mouths It's just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out [Obie Trice] Do-ra-mi, but
'll be humming. [PACE1] Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash [WYCLEF] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights. [LAURYN] We make moves in stage coaches Ra
: Yo I be getting lit listening to Sun Ra early George Benson on down the Hampton Hall Steve Cole, George Cables all up in the rhodes see the Walt and
wit this. Hell wit the N-C-double A cause my super agent's paid. With his dollars I could buy a fuckin' college. Mister Ra-ra campus isn't keepin school
park bench Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched [*sounds of fighting*] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck Tell Ra
terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash Yo, let's skip town like Harlem nights We make moves in stage coaches Ra
buncha contra Ban-van full of ganja, now come on ja- Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya Doin the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a quad-ra- Polegic
End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains [Masta Killa] Back in '88, son was gettin' a little paper Caught a few stings, rocked the phat rope cables Pushed
the group abba The source critics still want to diss my yabba, dabba-da-doo The pulse that revived the crash crew If I'm rockin, on the ra-a-adio eww
me They called me Bobby, cousin, really got the black Harley Taught his son how to spike cats like Lee Harvey Oswald, all's well that ends well My big brother Divine, he pushed