it real 'cuz men sharpen men Like steel sharpen steel We warriors for the skrill wit' a whole lot of will An I?m never gonna put down my sword an kill
? Now, men want racism, black folks in prison, me bar What's goin' on with the luh-uh-ove? Boo-ya-kaw is the sound, brothers goin' down in the worst
got somewhere to go, I'm whippin' Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down Hold u down, hold u down Hold u down, hold u down Be a
try All I need is a pair of wings, I be willing to fly Trying to get a piece of the pie and ain't I taking I work for it I be doing right, but I'm being
u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around (mike jones) but if u real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around
factor, X-men declare war Send your ambassador Send the whole peace core No shore carnivore attacks and concords Mutant assassins, and silent saboteurs Let me take a stab at
The engine oil purr, lights flash to a blur Speed work through the earth make your motor go scurrr Tonight at noon watch a bad moon risin' Identities
Times Square poster Pullin your snipes down Sample you, and your girl bring the Vaseline lotion Babywipes down, nobody can handle me Overcrowd 20th to
mind when you rapped on that track? Who possessed you to do that? Who programmed that shit sound wack Unplug your mic, you motherfuckers rap under a
I'm fuckin at you dude, with the attitude of dynamite with fire at the fuse listen, man I'm from the slums of the land down under the ground thats under
another one greedy Foreal, let's peel they hats back for deal slow And we'll catch clown, with they pants down real low The screwball better work a rupaul
y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do you? Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you? I do my best work stressed out and under pressure Deep inside
using, what little know how I posess To keep our familia down to rest Now I stress defensive tactics 'Cause police seem active Got me in the crib sleepin' with heat under
dollar tunes Love, when you're out there on the ave When you're down 24/7, niggaz don't know the half My Romeo's step down on the pedal My back keeps
Jehovah witness What the fuck, pop? What's with the fizz-plop I'm like, I can't put him down but the shit don't stop Worked at a law firm, for lack of
, I want my pants back, I want a moustache damn it. I stand with my feet shoulder width apart, with the horizon at waist level, looking and laughing at
drunk on glory How they fought bravely under the flag of the San Patricios Till the Yankees soldiers beat them down at the battle of Churubusco Then fifteen men
a few bricks, make her take it down south wit her I'm 'bout my scrilla, come fuck wit your nigga An' all these haters wanna buss at your nigga An' try