Two nations divided by a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language and just the bits you got
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Two nations divided By a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language And just the bits you got
get money If ya running with me Wave your hands up high A yo I can't see y'all You know we hang out in the streets y'all All night Yes yes y'all
Detroit? [Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't! Ahhh! They didn't do it again, what-what, what-what? Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre
shorter than a midget on his knees Now I slang keys Infest my hood with crack, cuz I'm the mack Take a nation of millions to hold me back Too big
One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, now go kids go I went to school six years, But I never graduated, `cause my parents were poor
she got beef with them bitches up the street All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation
mind Not allown' me to stop the rhyme Until the whole motherfuckin' book's complete Then I write on the back of the sheets I made promise to my brothers in street
When beef come areound can't let it go When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know Ridin rims real good down Old National It's trappable, two bed
t even seen the light, thinkin we can conquer anything, and the mission always complete, be that little nigga when you see me, with a dog out in these streets
the world? No I don't cause too many of us lost those who meant so much. Why wasn't I chose? But He will not stop clones, two shots don't drop Bone,
can go met n agree with my fans Smoke a little weed and have a little laugh at chall But every now and then I gets caught up in a playahation Lord what's wrong with the nation
my foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat 'cause when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace
how to act When it come to bigger, showin and provin Niggaz styles is wack) Who the champion? Settle it son. [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer] Yo! I had
the ass of the shooty showin', play the ? I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero watch me, streets
all that Sippin' on that, you ain't hard that Ah, you fallin' to buildin' I'm like where's ya heart at I'm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna
't even got a bomber Livin' with my momma It's the same routine Keep my room clean I'm lookin' to do some new things but ain't shit to do I'm twenty two
