you must learn Fortunately it's easy, you'll soon learn My God so they are killers Killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood My God so they are
they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you. I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you, check the rearview, you'll see the
Del-val-syllable stylist You know the time, kid When you and I verse at war And your verse at core for what you thought before Steppin' up into a zone you
very long Before the Judgement Day So won't you make them happy Before they pass away Wake up all the builders Time to build a new land I know we can
testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for the brotherman with an m-60 in his hand, Eatin spam So one more time, testin one two, and
you mad son! Tell them niggaz why you mad son! (OK, gentlemen please, one at a time) Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son! YouknowhatI
' You gave me confidence to stop the nonsense Didn't live in Bel Air like the Fresh Prince Times are hard, times are rough Didn't have 'Toys R Us' toys
watch a soul die, plus you the man lookin' too fly (But who are you?) The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi When the sun's, shy gotta keep one
it up wit my nephew and now I'm floatin' Let me help you My crown is broaken, soakin' up my soal Sippen styraphone cups, choken now I'm low If you ridden on us
state law you live Above it, it means you a free hip hopper, you ain't nobody's puppet You don't see no money on me, you see it up in the cupboard You
in my head Of people wanna kill me But you can't kill me 'cause if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you Done it before, do it again Thougths in my head
I wonder how long before the herd dies Today I heard the earth cry for the first time It was the worst time, it was the worst time The way I heard the
her pregnant Said Nate, I never really ever want you to go I said it's somethin that I want you to know HOOK: You're my Young Love My lady (knawmean) You
They try hard, they're shamed like fat guys swimming in T-shirts Research your Oz hip-hop, before you step to us And if you step, hands around your throat
to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that In Paterson that's just the way things go If you're Black you might as well
dreams But mine was a little different you see I dreamt the only person left after the war was me I didn't see you around" Well, now time passed and now
told us how times were tough and about how She was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to where she started But you know, she changed the subject every time