explain this ain't no game, the words you talking have you coming right up out your frame. You understand where I'm coming from slim, Bucktown's the state
will always give it to you just the way it is I'm never gonna fabricate, I'm never gonna lie and I'm never going to ?? cuz the industry made me do something
a knife can too (yeah) I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you? Once by my mom, pops the other two Child abuse kid, ward of the state I know it was the past
the Peruvian embassy. I hope that when I spit this poem the whole world will remember me. I?m screaming like (something) give us us our free, me Pitbull and this industry
2] The industries faulty industry salty (man) The industry cost me industry brought me (pain) The industry taught me industry caught me (strange) And you niggas know that the industries
shrimp and steak Yeah I know ya mad I'm a demonstrate, how to deal with all the hate While I'm reppin for my city and my state I-I-I know ya mad [Verse
Nice going asshole. Nice going asshole. Nice going asshole. You finally did something right and I'm 2% bummed it wasn't me. I hope you know that Christine
escape, they pillage and rape You then find new-age vikings to run your state They infiltrate subliminally with armies and mini-me's A justice ministry with carnage and killing sprees Industries
What it is or will be can you control the fate of your destiny? the bridge of hope is set on fire our chance to beat the greedy caught in a blaze well
bodies else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold, I keep hoping please, if you
gonna run and go get your bodyguard? [Verse 1 ? Dr. Dre] Niggaz is so gangsta, Niggaz is thugs Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs Slanging dope in hopes
gonna run and go get your bodyguard? [Verse 1 - Dr. Dre] Niggaz is so gangsta, Niggaz is thugs Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs Slanging dope in hopes
heard bitch, Can it, cause your frontin. Dead wrong. Dinner table conversations. Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions. Call it a contamination of Mind State
you heard bitch, Can it, cause your frontin. Dead wrong. Dinner table conversations. Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions. Part of the contamination of Mind State
original, true colors step from the melanin The most high, most try, to get close by and overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high I circulate the tri-state
which will live in infamy." FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT "This is Bob Command performance Hope telling each Nazi that s in Russia today that, "Crimea doesn t pay. "- BOB HOPE
else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold, I keep hoping please, if you prefer