: we of the broken harts we are the silent dreams we play are parts in the darkness who are you to comfort me who are you to sell my soul when you lost
botty lik shorts Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits Here we go again,
thoughts disperse We?re the first and last, High class, white trash, Rolling a classic hovercraft. In strange days, The wickedest ways Become the norm. But it?s far from the norm When we
World Order You are now under martial law All constituional rights have been suspended Verse Three: B-Real The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we
The Map Where The Girls Are Thick And The Hottest Nigga Rap If You Lookin For That Good Then We Got It In The Trap Like Oo Wee Take Em From White
what I think And my take on some other rappers If I was to say something about Paul Wall, you'd probably crap in your Pants, cause I'm white, and he's white
the soil - why the long face? In the trough of the waves Which are pawing like dogs Pitch we, pale-faced and grave, As I write in my log Then I hear a noise
the top of the flight Of the wide white stairs Through the rest of my life Do you wait for me there? There's a bell in my ears There's a wide white
, kinda like voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to We're fuckin up your city and we're fuckin up your progam Fuckin all your bitches we
Catalina wine mixer, she going down like the hands on my time ticker, I?m always strapped, Vietnam n-gga, we are fine n-gga, like Amber Rose, we ball
Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me, We on nigga, let let them hoes know, Young Money lay em down like old folks, You coming with it, we coming
Make the miracle, pump the lyrical United we stand, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, here we go c'mon, here we go again Turn it up Bring the noise
lost there's still hope we're throwing bricks and making noise but the target's so big the bricks feel like toys and when we shout they don't hear a
me, Still spittin' fire, you niggas wood to me, We on nigga, let let them hoes know, Young Money lay 'em down like old folks, You comin' with it, we comin
like Voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to do We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your program Fuckin' all your bitches we
the profit return we justice when motivate and positive return We servin [Chuck D: x4 in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Paris] Yeah, all day everyday we
New World Order You are now under martial law All constituional rights have been suspended Verse Three: B-Real The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we
singin' this song: We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day! We'll meet again, we'll meet again
