' else to say (That's right) Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay? Come on children, clap along (Shut up) Sing along children Drugs are just bad, drugs are just
daggers We more than rappers, we the masters [SoulStice] Even after.. World War 3, the war of intelligence The court, self-defence is common sense Third corridors and drug
not written in the book of life, This be the exodus out of flesh and lust, common minded, Abominal and declined? , blast framers, adulterers and drug
t you come my way Come my way See the day, oh no [Common] We let the rhythm go Common Sense will 'em hit where I hit 'em Common Sense will spin 'em check
to piss in We the hardest out, it aint no competition And I be's the jungle fever Get the hard cheaper, lower than a dark caesar Unbeatable, unbelievable all the drug
bringin' they own condoms on the first visit If Biggie bring big bowls of beef Backin' bitch niggaz down, burners bring bundles of belief Common thief, slash drug
! Lookin' for your people when you walk down a block Here in America you have drug spot They get the black cop, to watch the drug spot The black drug
I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots And drug spots, well, if you're too
police the media and suckers that went pop And motherfuckers that say they too black Put 'em overseas they be begging to come back They say keep 'em on gangs and drugs
and don't know when to stop Running, jogging, exercising, I'm gonna pump you up Smokin' in the boys room, drink up all the booze Drug and crack and heart attack and what do you lose In common
boys and girls Welcome to the land of T.H.U.G.S. It's the start of a new millenium And we on a mission, rappin', makin' money Made me put away the drugs
today, I must confess Have lost the path of righteousness By settling for something less The smarty pants, they fail to see The posture of morality Is just like common
, when unhappy with my looks And I ain?t got proper diction for the makings of a thug Though I grew up in the ghetto and my niggers all sold drugs And
of motherships with space helmets for hair Well, now what have we here? Thugs and poets, ah yeah What we seem to have in common is we're common as air
Is not to be discussed Those who formerly ruled Were given signals and commands A minute group of men And a few women Have a pact in common called The
She never met a star before. She never stepped into a car like that before. She took donations for a common cause. She never realized that he inserted
alone and in our heads We eat standing up or in our beds Guilt and fear merge easily In the quiet souls of girls like me And loneliness is like a cold, Common
A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures So many niggaz, stacked upon each other It's the black upon each other that we love so much Wonder how many of us, these drugs