WE MUST! WE MUST! WE MUST CHANGE OUR WAYS! I give a fuck about the world so why the fuck don't you? WE MUST! WE MUST! WE MUST CHANGE OUR WAYS! I give
lethal We closer than the hands of time Deeper than the drive of mankind I trust you dearly, I shoot blind In time I clock figures Dropping niggas as we rise We
You must be goin' blind) Verse One: 2Pac give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with 9 figures real niggas fingers on nickle plated 9 triggas Must
in the zone Must be the goose mixed with a little 'Tron She make it happen, Cap'n, feeling on me We in the billin' and we feeling like wee [Repeat
we go The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird ["Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" (2x)] Verse
listen Before your ass comes up missin And it’s like that Verse two: Now you wanna get me Horny little must be a f-a-g Tryin to fuck me out my land
We heard what happened man We heard some niggas ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up Don't worry - We know who
talking)* Really hasn't been brought up too clearly. The Luniz an Too $hort everything has been squashed. *(Too $hort talking)* Yeah we want everybody
and we ain't discussin shit we bustin clips, to makin 'em hurl bullets makin them bustas curl an I put that on the Mobb nigga we Mobb niggaz includin everywhere we
East muthafuckin' side 'Til' we die, nigga! Fuck all you punk ass niggaz! Any other punk ass nigga Who wanna take this beat We hit niggaz up like that We
take this beat 187 We hit niggaz up like that We bicoastal, nigga Cypress Hill family Niggaz better recognize We here to chastise Nigga, hoo bangin' That's how we
' we die, nigga! Fuck all you punk ass niggaz! Cube 187 Mack 10 187 Any other punk ass nigga Who wanna take this beat 187 We hit niggaz up like that We
You must be taking to much (E...) [Verse] Now what bothers me the most About hip-hop is we so close To picking up where we left off with Big and Pac We
witcha? He played them street games 'til the heat came Same nigga that be changin quick when they see brains We ride in streets with Mafia ties We pop up by surprise like we
ll bang the whole Knicks Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do you Crucial, blow rugers at who you with We bump heads while we out in the
us and tell us what's really goin' on [Verse Three: Mr. Shadow] Simon, we had some problems like a dose we had to squash it We're from the Mayhem Click
into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others We must
yeah, yeah (verse 3) Yeah, I think they with me mane, yeah, yeah, this is Kanasas City mane. the industry still punks that's why they real slum but when we
