dance, if one fall Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, it's all [reggae chat interlude] [various samples] "This program includes dramatic re-enactments of scenes which depict real
like they lost they mind Everybody got opinions but don't know the time 'Cause Amerikkka's been took - it's plain to see The oldest trick in the book is make an enemy
and children, that's when rats come in It be your girl in the parlor, talking like shit rich And next to her, gettin' her nails done is your enemy's
I was the baddest popa, baddest rhyme dropper bustin' more mills than Superman to helicopters I had the name buckle kids used to jock Public Enemy came
Uhh, world wide mob figgaz World wide mob figga (O U T L A W Z) World wide mob figgaz (For real, for real) World wide mob figgaz Check game little young
rights have been suspended Verse Three: B-Real The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this Coast trippin goin on through out the business
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real How do you want it? How do you feel? Comin up as a nigga in the cash game livin in the fast lane; I'm for real [
bricks in ya face This shit is serious motherfucka, so bitch listen up South Memphis in this bitch fool and we clickin' up, Real niggas out the midnight roamin' the streets It's nuthin' but real
, die I'll chocked up, jerkin off like Inxs Now wait, this is the place where stars are born Strictly business, too potholes in my lawn Uzi weights a ton, public enemy
this ain't fiction, this is real life here I be 30 years old and even lasting a year Yeah I made my mistakes, yeah I paid my dues Hated by blacks, made enemies
rap, FUCK YOU, I'm the Public Enemy Madison Square Garden security can't get with me Don't bother me, motherfucker I'm busy! [Chorus] [Kool Keith
this Who wanna witness? All my ladies wit hustle handle their business (?) Survival of the fittest and we wit this Who wanna witness? Real rides, be wise and handle your business
a joint we completed niggas ballers boy Thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise Ain't nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys Riding tinted out real
up, fo's and forks, strapped up Screamin' out I ain't gon' never die We can be shot at, battered and bruised Bloody and left out in the cold But real
left feet feet Do the hustle put keys in the street? Then I'm ballroom dancin' Ke-ke'ing in the suite, sweet BB's on the feet TV's in the seat enemies
before the scrill' all the time, ya knowhatI'msayin? Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every mother fuckin' thang Tellin' this bitch all my mother fuckin' business
it into Crip season The gangsta's back, the bank is fat The gangsta mac in a gangsta 'Lac Hmm, fools be like, ?Break off some cheese? Friends and enemies
' I don't know who to trust, what to look fo' How many niggaz wanna kill me? I'm havin' a, hard time tryin' to determine If that's the homey or the enemy