Is that so wrong? Is that so wrong? I could be right I could be wrong, I could be right I could be wrong, I could be right I could be wrong, I could be, could be right
slash actor kiss the crack on my cracker slashed ass they took away my right to bear arms what I'm posed to fight with bear palms? yeah right they coming with bombs, I
God Indivisible... It feels so good to be back.. I scrutinize every word, memorize every line I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind I give
passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger Wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin for
look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nuttin change still holla at my homies Ohh and when I hit the block I still will kill And I don't
it I too once thought I was owed something I was hoping I was hoping we could challenge each other I was hoping I was hoping we could crack each other
to your back Verse Two: Redman Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I. Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the
's no one there Put the key under the mat, and you know I'll be over there I'll be over there, shawty, I'll be over there I'll be hitting all the spots
feeling, all right. Please answer I?m calling just to find out If you could be here for me when I crack The answer came I found it buried in the trash
I'm down wit' O.P.P. I met Farrakhan and had dinner And you ask if I'm a five-percenter, well. . . No, but I go where the brothas go Down with Compton
Call Me When It's Going There Put That Key Under The Mat And You Know I Be Over There (Yup!) I Be Over There Shawty I Be Over There I Be Hitting All The
You?d probably think I?m a chap with good manners, Well your wrong im the scum of the earth, I?m the worst of the worst, An? I aint boastin? bout ma verses, I
(M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!) H-town! Pitbull, Bun B.. My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise! Miami, I gotchu, I
see a bad guy like this again To be or not to be My mother's wrong That's the question, you feel me? My father was wrong They say, I'm wrong, so they
When I was broke, I stole my gold, I pawned I lived the life of a hustler off and on I'm just a brother that lived to tell I brought my ass up from the
, turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape Another album to make? Great Islam turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I
