and get a cent And so rather than stand forever, been thinking Drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be Some other shit, people telling
road I'm like James Brown now, man, I got soul Naw, I ain't a pimp but hell yeah, I got hoes I was born due to this, when I breathe I make a killin?
still got a hot ass bitch And this bitch is the shit, don't bitch at all I mean, she ain't even a bitch, she a Juggalette (awwwwwww) But don't mistake
' you the business and puttin' on a show You're a million dollar man, that ain't got no dough But you got a ho tickets, backstage to a show Sedated and
his skin is a curse but what's worse is if I put it in a verse y'all listen to some bullshit first We ain't natural born killas, we are a spiritual people
by her new man in the MALL... wait a minute... think I'm gonna FALL... I have shot the president I'm queen of Brittain for a cent for fifty bucks I'll do a
me a hundred dollars. Then I'll make a phone call. [Roxie Hart] A hundred dollars? Will you just... I mean, it seems pretty stiff for a phone call. [
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get Blacker than your
is beautiful It's just the shit in it that's fucked up It's rough but it's fair People gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job I mean
ah Rastaman ah sing Ohohohohoh! Chorus A Why should I wanna hurt my brother just for vanities? Why should I
somethin outta nothing Because everybody fifty cents From a quarter Where I come from Yeah The streets ain't timid But I feel at home in it Gotta see a couple people
with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga [Beanie Sigel] It was a, full moon in the beginnin of March Bout the end of Winter '74 The gangsta was born, introduced
lies a steel-drivin' man lord lord Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man lord lord Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man Yonder lies a
Hey, I aint tryna say that we perfect We had a history of violence We had a history of violence We had a history of violence We had a history of violence We had a
the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling
road I'm like James Brown now, man I got soul Naw I ain't a pimp but HELL YEAH I got hoes I was born due to this, when I breathe I make a killin You think