Who do you trust? No one Who do you trust? No one Who do you trust? No one Who do you trust? No one Who do you trust? No one Who do you trust? I trust
we call our President, for the present And Mosh for the future of our next generation To speak and be heard Mr. President, Mr. Senator Do you guy's hear
bandwagon and repent your sins I don't wanna push my beliefs on you But you think about it and see if it's true I'm telling you, Do what ya do See if
to do But now, I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up Crack you up and pimps smack you up You gotta learn
reality, the sky is green That there's weapons in Iraq, and the President's clean When it's on, thinkin you can trust police Every black is a beast and
police, they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for My money or my glock, who do I trust more? I don't know
Wyclef You got me fucked up I'm innocent Look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side But you believin' that bitch You makin' my nerves bad
staples, but they ain't catchin' no vapors You can't see me, nobody I trust Only the half ounce smokers get no cheese like us I said do you got paper
Kali, it's Killa Kali Buck, buck The killin's on, ain't even safe when you at home Whatever dirt you do gone follow you until you gone So pack ya chrome
I show when I'm around I wonder if they show us that when I'm down See you a king when you sittin on top But you a fool when you finaly drop I Thank the
have a laugh while you complain about your life girl you hate mac & you say you gon fight its all good bro, you entertainment for the night like ima be mad, you hatin cuz im white do
too much time watchin' flicks Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit? Well you can start, right before his ass get hit So when I walk up you can see
matter where you're from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that money somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases order that patron tell em we want three cases fuck a black card. You
bad bitch you fuckin' with nigga she get ya set up Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro livin
this slums this ain't livin' Jesus We believed in You everything You do Just wanna let you know, how we feel Black Jesus Searchin' for Black Jesus
to do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you So don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up, and pimp smack you up Ya gotta learn
