stand for politicians, institutions, no religion, no solutions, war sick in my head revolution, evolution, no solution, institution, war so sick, so sick sick in my head
of yall hatas man... my main man acafool my dog triple X.. all the way from st. louis my dog KG ***CHORUS*** i got my hata blockas on (x6) nigga
-I-M-A-L Makes my head pirouette More than I won't be willing to confess D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S The light it fidgets through The thoughts'll soon revert
don’t shoot to bust yo I shoot to kill What’s going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow Yo I’m in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoe After you get done
, fuck the edit, it’s uncut Nigga what, it’s crunch time for me to shine I’m a show you easily for me to take mines Pass my nickel plated nine, call me
'mon, c'mon, let's get to it Let's get to it, let's get to it All my niggaz and my bitches let's get to it New milleni-nigga bounce, new millenium bounce
TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular
, and don't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life) Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife Interlude: Announcer
trip (g.i.b.) Ol’ G posted with a blunt to his lip Valdez on the floor two-steppin’ with his Boozie already out thurr startin’ some shit Get it Boy gang, S.T.L
you better tell him again Ay yo, now let's see Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, and S.P. [Chorus: The L.O.X.] From dope money to rap
too hard My dough too long, nowadays, my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't play
the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X And if we coo', then I write a hook for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet A zebu's my pet And get in the bed and with
's a toast to the boogie baby Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie Yeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre? [DMX] Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above
seems I'm head over heels, a case of L-O-V-E It's like I'm glowing inside Yeah, a light I can't hide And if this feeling is bad then I don't wanna be
Yo, yo... Wonder if we all V-S'es'us Wanna know the streets that we fuss Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut And niggaz throw your T.S.'s up
my head But you betta wach out for Sweat dripping from my head Ah ah aahw ah ahhhhhh, yeah yeah Look's like it's hot action Jammin' wit Samuel L. Jackson Ah ah aahw ah ahhhhhh, yeah Look's
