dark with no sunshine When it's time for war we on the front line Good Charlotte bringing the bass line. [Chorus] Said Whoa This is a fight (Dear, Mr
What's cracking Mr. Shadow, with my dog Fingaz you know You know how we do it in Killa Cali We live how we live Check it, check it I was born and raised
Cornelius & barnaby: Yes, new york It's really us Barnaby and cornelius Mrs. molloy & minnie: All the guests of mr. hackl are Feelin' great and look
down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo I know what your thinking, yeah Me Too Okay everybody meet Mr.
Juveniles, hide your porno mags The girl's got problems at her yard So she's packing up her bags full of rags Her man got down from Po Na Na While the
Cornelius & Barnaby Yes, New York It's really us Barnaby and Cornelius Mrs. Molloy & Minnie All the guests of Mr. Hackl are Feelin' great and look spectacular
like a playa mayn St. Louis cookin' And I'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn As-salaama lakem, lakem salaam Praise the Lord or say peace to God I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr
you asleep inside a burning bed Learn from what I said Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you deep Beneath, with the deceased, rest in peace [Mr
Put you asleep inside a burning bed Learn from what I said Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you deep Beneath, with the deceased, rest in peace [Mr
Pistol packin honkey drinkin no money BUM The bum from the dark get a job you punk Homeless people livin in the train stations Just lazy bums [Mr
to get us saved Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves Notin sadder than that day my girl father past away So i promised to MR.rany i'
Juveniles, hide your porno mags The girl's got problems at her yard so she's packing up her bags full of rags Her man got down from Po Na Na While the
of you niggaz Where ever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Hook: Tech N9ne] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And
record! The name K-Superior easin in without the ointment Your style couldn't see me if it had a damn appointment Rags to riches, snitches get stitches Call Mr
[Cornelius & Barnaby:] Yes, New York It's really us Barnaby and Cornelius [Mrs. Molloy & Minnie:] All the guests of Mr. Hackl are Feelin' great and look
got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve it. We had the early warning, we can sit and observe it. Cop-outs look for motives... Freudian analyst, Come on, Mr
cancer, cause I smoke so much I stack do' so much, I wreck the flow so much I get much respect, when I come down your block And what you call rags, but
bread and butter, keeping my pockets nice and thick Whether be solid or whether be soft, the game ain't never been known to quit We went from riches to rags, rags