of the revolution And then they try to blame us for drug distribution We don't own no factories and we don't own no planes California ain't the place
feat. Thyme) Hey yo, what's up man? Hey, yo you been here all day man Ya'll been here every weekend man, I don't ever get a chance to rap first man
wasn't practical I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy In fact I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats
the color of skin tone. It wasn't like this way back with the Flintstones. Mmm. Some times it's hard I get kept back Cuz I'm half black. People can't
Real KRS Peter Gunz (Ice Cube) Gunz (Cube) Throw ya hands up what up now (It don't stop) South Bronx represent that, Brooklyn represent that (It don''t stop) (It don't
me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me that mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved in silence
of me burnin' to get his Earnings concerning not I killed'em but he ain't learnin Nigga you couldn't burn with me acid or in a fiery pit, you couldn't
quick I get the time:get the respect what you do to the brothers MC? My name is the prince and don't ever forget it. You can't even if you try Because
make ya sick, but I'm a doctor, don't trip Hopefully, in surgury, I won't slip on a tile that file and twist ya lips Like Collin Powell Descriptions
lost Don't think 'cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don't feel me (Who else?) That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust
is lost Don't think 'cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don't feel me (Who else?) That mean you can't touch me, it's ugly,
many fake gangsta rappers will I hear tonight? It don't matter, 'cause the real don't care You know I'ma gonna get mine, so I'ma let 'em get theirs
We done checked these ***, met these *** Man, I don't respect these *** I'm a real motherf*** T H U G Original hate to be a critic, but yo' *** I ain't
man to respect Disrespect your man Put my hand 'round his neck It's no other than Gudda Gudda man Still 'bout my money Nigga, fuck another man I'm on
don't know how to act I don't know how to act He don't know how to act And I don't know how to stop And I don't know how to quit Blowin' on in the trouble
, I just can't stand The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak Cause I don't sell records in the
For you actin' tought cats, but in your heart you scream I read your body languo You want violence and don't wanna mingle You want a challange get it
get some get right like mac mall 'Cuz it act like you can?t rap at all We havin' jobs and swingin' on platinum balls So don?t get flat on your walls
