say you a mark-a Anyway we go on I bet a no say we stop wit lyrics and de music and right on de ? EASE UP and come again my selector All over de world
prejudice, let's dismiss this If you want to, you can dub it to your hit list I know you gon' to, we in this to replenish yo' musical wish list When it come to this music
need all my change soon as i come up Im pullin my people up outta tha bullshit Thats why we choose this thugsta music use it smoothly dont abuse it
me since lived a life of scene got a shot, had to breathe again my face on the tv and what this little mind gonna need again i ain't trying to make a
't paid. MJG In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me from writin rhymes It never stopped me from playin music, God, but it didn't mean
out of here He could just make it, her [Incomprehensible] in their tongue And she's in a basement crime She can't give this much of a fuck again So she
music, I'm fightin' up sheisters who lay with my cyanide, Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, ha! Those who commit the ultimate crimes
back at it again whatever the outcome its music to the end. (Chorus) As life goes by in the blink of an eye i stayed focus on writing my rhymes these streets are inviting to crime
up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam Turn that shit up, play it again
's the cousin of death Always feels like a race against father time In the streets of New York All I see is street hoes, and bullet holes in my people Only crime
see you all at my super dinner party" And late that night, at my super dinner party I was dancin' to the beat and entertainin' La-Di-Da-Di The music
will do it til the music ends Do it when it's noon Do a clown, undo now who a do a nigga can't Do it til it's noon again Do it til it's new again Do it
a war against consciousness Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship And we are on the front lines Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime
Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music
hear it again, naw Clear Channel never heat it again It never fit into the corporate plan of attack They genocidal practices only givin us "Murder on Wax" Keep us terrified, music
of the smirnoff playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off welcome to organised crime money got
rap industry I'm like a lion, my man an' the streets are my den It's either kill or be killed, so I kill I kill again an' again an' again The X amount
