about yo bushes an unload on yo ass leave you layin on the street with a hole in yo ass buss a few a come back an run over yo ass if you think a nigga
close to me Said is she victoria secret Hells of the air with the smells of a prayer Bled right here with a stale bud Doggystyled in a chair Turned him
the rows of road Now let my story be told, a yong buck droppin' on in a school house But not to learn off in the tenth grade Tryin't o come up at last like a
to you Undo everything they've done to you Above 96th street They're handin' out smallpox blankets so people don't freeze. The old dogs have got a new
the people in the street. In a sane society wealth and possession would not be an asset. * A few years ago a politician was on the radio Saying that
sick dogs Running wild, crazy Sick in the head get out of hand daily Sick dogs got one screw missing Are you a pelon psyclone on a mission? Sick dogs
tradition, is a kind of rape. This idea that men are suppose to win you, that you are suppose to be aloof, is a small but significant dramatization
real on these streets So here you have it, the Brainiac [female voice] Ice Cube With the Maniac [female voice] Mack 10 [Mack & Cube: Yay-y-yay! X2] [Verse One
Verse one I blow'em over wit the club scene Try don, for my nine thousand thugs In the clubs, that love green, one step Behind hussin, dogs the don, me
right Now I'm hoping some one will care Living on the breath of a hope to be shared Trusting on the sums of our love, That some one will care, some one
Cause even God got a shit list [verse 2:] Beat downs anonymous I spit like a shiny silver nanabus(? ) Niggas fond of us We the kind that rush, those
(Fancy dreams) Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme (A money scheme) All my niggaz havin fancy dreams (Fancy dreams) Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme (A
could it take you To open up your eyes and turn the page Kindness is a treasure - and it's one towards me you've seldom shown So I'd say it for a good
justice they have fallen off Man's on crutches Being kicked like dogs It's a jugernaut It's a jugernaut It's a jugernaut Politician's makin' money all
Silver drums, rhythms that he hums Waltzing dogs that come when he calls Plans for one he keeps in a coffer What can I offer, I don't know Can I bring
rain See him grinning neath a twisted light I'll be back again See the people standing in a row See them nodding like a field of grain No one sees the
m number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one I'm number one [Silkk the Shocker] I know
It's the dogs. H: I hate dogs A: You hate dogs? H: Oh how I wish (needy dogs) you could see (hungry dogs) The kind of life I've had (25,000 starving