weh. Dem really tek poor people fi fool, dem really tek poor people fi fool. [Chorus:] Oui misa babylon a weh u get da system yah from? Buldosa dung poor people
the ten for this and i dont steal for this i pimp for this ill ryme for around one hundered round clip for this what happen to the struggle its called and eviction notice now people
fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people
out to fight? They leave that role to the poor Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun Treating people just like pawns in chess
got five rollers and a fine estate A big house up on the hill She throws parties just to celebrate Her life is just one enormous thrill She buys poor people
a minute, shit, don't answer that Why am I so misunderstood? Why do I go through so much bullshit, it sucks bullshit, it's tush mull bish Woe is me, there goes poor
you down And everytime you think you gotten past it it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground What are friends? Friends are people
Reflects the thinking of the founding fathers That this was to be a nation by white people, and for white people Native Americans, Blacks, and all other non White people
He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin on the poor, and how can these people judge me? They ain't my peers
you cash Give you game and secrets that I know you'll pass To the next playa hater And he'll break like glass Now I got a bunch of people digging' through
[Intro:] In the poor people's corner coming out of the heart of the ghetto Weighing in at 165 1/2 pounds are you ready to rumble I'm ready, are you
20, 13 unno fag unno. Till wi get justice wi naa stop nag unno, Stop push wi round gi wi breeze unno hog unno, Poor People Robbers mi label and tag
After watching this ? ? ? ? lady I noticed that she was a poor nurse She knows exactly what people need Without them having to tell her She’s a poor nurse
-o-o-o, wo-o-o-o) Look, how long (wo-o-o-o) And the people they (wo-o-o-o) still can't see. Why do they fight against the poor youth of today? And
is our right No more war No more war please Its got to stop oh weve got to make it stop No more money for bombs When the poor people hungry on the
, I will keep marchin on A phoenix rising up to heaven So I guess I'll see you around Its the begging a redemption So god can you hear me All my people
rhymes Copy cat do this, do that. Wanna do something ? Do this. Chicky chaka chubaka. Gitty getty gothca. Ah man, all of a sudden people say I be buggin
it we smack it down how we wanna Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain’t playin I’m talkin to all my people cause what I’m sayin is [chorus: busta