Just these words to right the wrong, One simple phrase, two hands to play along. Instead of matchbooks, backyards, and knives, We play with sharper
Just three words to right the wrong, One simple phrase, two hands to play along. Instead of matchbooks, backyards, and knives, We play with sharpe blades
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inhumane livin' in this house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and
run yo' digits, I'm hostile (uh-huh) with this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils You get splitted and guess what, I'm blowin up the hospital and wouldn'
And Rikers Island All the penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo Pratt All the political Prisoners San Quinton All the jailhouses I'm with you Yeah
of eternity, for my life and your life As long as we're cooperating with God by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and saviour And as the Lord
beef we inherit And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it And let it go to whoevers holdin' the most current beef on their shoulders And
These feelings cant be right, Lend me your courage to stand up and fight, on tonight. Ooooo.... Stand up and fight. Now fighting rages on and on
Oh Yeah... what's up world? It's Master Gee and... Sugarhill Gang, Wonder Mike... and diggity I'm here with my man Bob Sinclar let's do it [one, two,
squad. It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike, But this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable Blast and fuck up
my gat BLOW! [Chorus] Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga) Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now) Bitch shake yo' hips and
Hot Chili Peppers We on fire, sold out arenas, tearin up tourbuses You know how we get down, ha ha Rock on, hold up, hold up, hold up Tryin to get
game The neighborhood is just what you find Used to open up now we headline And even though it's crazy I'll be just fine And I promise you that I'll be
right For the city We rep the people with honor Put the bomb marijuana Like my mother and father For the city We say peace to the drama Peace out
ru paul and a big fat plank Get you higher than a spike lee joint See I’m a chicken hawk and I’m hunting chicken and watermelon It ain’t nothing but
forget about it Petty shit, rise above and get up out it Could give a shit about it Time to focus a foe Many lives bought and sold Fortunes favor the