can't push it all away Every minute every day We have to find the time to make these people do the things the say I can't push it all away Every minute
did all the people go? Mommy, you won't tell me what you know Evil smiles while they lie to you Careless secrets glorified untrue I can't push it all
terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash Yo, let's skip town like Harlem nights We make moves in stage coaches Ra
buncha contra Ban-van full of ganja, now come on ja- Man stop! Man said, "Marshall, Oh-my-God, ya Doin the cha-cha and the cucaracha with a quad-ra- Polegic
End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains [Masta Killa] Back in '88, son was gettin' a little paper Caught a few stings, rocked the phat rope cables Pushed
the group abba The source critics still want to diss my yabba, dabba-da-doo The pulse that revived the crash crew If I'm rockin, on the ra-a-adio eww
me They called me Bobby, cousin, really got the black Harley Taught his son how to spike cats like Lee Harvey Oswald, all's well that ends well My big brother Divine, he pushed
with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die? I ain't a killer but don't push me, revenge is like the sweetest
money's a beating honey Push it good, push it fast, push it right If a nigga push that ass, push it back, push it twice, but push it [J.R. Writer] Hey
do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la [Makaveli] I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy
In the heat of the night You've pushed my juice to the limit You slide so right I know that you'ra going down It's getting harder to breathe You burn
day, ra do, da do, da do day Maybe haven't got money or maybe haven't got shoes All God's chillun got rhythm for to push, for to push For to push away
ra ra ra La ra ra ra La ra ra ra As you, I've felt the same La ra ra ra La ra ra ra La ra ra ra ...
his cover 'cause he need it And all you niggaz hatin', shut you mouths It's just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out [Obie Trice] Do-ra
cover 'cause he need it And all you niggaz hatin', shut you mouths It's just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out [Obie Trice] Do-ra
rain Thu-u-under and ra-a-ain Thu-u-nder and ra-a-ain Thu-u-nder and ra-a-ain Thu-u-under and ra-a-ain I thought your love would pull me through So
, yo, yo) Do you checks have elasticity? Did they cut off yo' 'lectricity? Did you scream and yell explicitly? Force the boss into complicity (Yo, yo, yo, yo) I'm a white chalk stencil but I push
