You say the problems don't concern you Well, wake the fuck up cause they really do How many ways are society going to fuck it up? How many lies until
the free Your equality and freedom means nothing to me The rich pulls the strings of the politicians To the voice of the poeple no-one is really listening
that I, I wish that I Could change my values and ignore the hate inside I wish that I, I wish that I Could put the pieces back and make another try Being dragged down in this
Too much degradation - I'm going to tell the truth I'm going to spit it out - bring it out - twist the chords Too much bullshit inflicted - too many
imply violence But mindless and indoctrination can Values maintained and held through time Force fed upon our weak minds Yesterday's segregation is still
this game is ill I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it Livin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can't deal wit' Holla back, right back, and
shake your ass, move your hips So we gonna do a little something like this Flipmode, Bad Boy Check this out Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not Does
to your record shop Check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners We choppin heads off And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby This is war
the vultures No one ever blows up [?] talk I don't make money just to lone it to y'all Tell a n-gga that the new album is like [?] is like talking to
Of My Life If It's U Gurl [Verse 2:] Now Let Me Tell Ya Whut The Deal Is See Baby U That Gurl And U Da Realist Gurl Aint None Of This New To Ya Ya Say
for my downfall This the shit Ia??m talking bout right here, let me tell you niggas something You can be anything in this World that you want, except for my downfall. Check this
in the streets smokin' crack What you give life is what it gives you back 'Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin' new But when you make the money gotta
your record shop Check this out, we ain't takin' no prisoners We choppin' heads off And you steppin' at me, you better be goin' all out baby This is
your record shop Check this out, we ain't takin' no prisoners We choppin' heads off And you steppin' at me, you better be goin' all out, baby This is
to the vultures No one ever blows up ..?.. talk I don't make money just to lone it to y'all Tell a nigga that the new album is like ??? is like talking
the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead Kill-a-head and the body dead The graveyard is my home, tombstones and bones Murder weapons is the case now, don't hearse my bone Headhunting is
