presidents like Stickman and Mutulu With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore Kicks is a hundred or more A man in front of the store, beggin' for
With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore Kicks is a hundred or more (Verse 4: Common) A man in front of the store, begging for money and
hip-hop was a gift that lifted up Loved rap 'til the companies ripped it up Now the soul is set, we've been had like jazz If you down for change then
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
plan ma'am I mean I've been hitting the books for a long time now Real long time now, look at the furrowed brow Drink Slim Faster, delete the chow For a
a true song Is really just a product On the answer sheet Life's craft is a scrap When you show your work I would listen with a smirk From irony to Irief
Take time to make time All things work out perfectly Take time to make time All things work out perfectly Take time to make time Take time to make time
down like a yo-yo Hail the master the ruler over all Me to a mike like Shaq to a ball Tough like a ??tank?? not puffed like a filo I'm breaking up with
, check it I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for ya Niggaz think frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that With a
it, legit, a hit, I throw a fit Not slackin' or lackin' a bit, nah that ain't it So just a bob ya head, like I said, the fresh it So just a bob ya head
You say you kinda freaky Well I'm here waitin for you Why you wanna tease me Over talkin it I know you want me Cuz you talk a good game yea I'm sittin
for the nigga named Twista (Yea) Finna pop off on you like a pistol (That's right) Got badunkadunk for my mob and I got dunkadunk for jazze fizzle (Jazze
a dangerous game We're a two minute hit for a day For you, you, you, a high heeled girl With your rings and your drums And a day at a time And a foot
even though you may lack direction, I've got a good heart, but bad intentions, Pressure don't need a map for reference I'm a man of legends, I'll last
side When I'm falling apart Lend me a helping hand when in need. My heart is just for you I breathe to be with you I wanna love you day and night Chorus
loved one over 'cross the tracks So she could her my man a-whalin' sax I must admit they have a rockin' band Man they were goin' like a hurricane That's why I go for
nasty, plus you got a big old ass That pop like a gun, go 'blast, blast' And you think your girl was fucked Always talkin all that jazz So don't fuck
Brian I'm in love with my music 'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, 'cause I'm a hip-hop baby 'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, 'cause I'm a hip-hop Now everybody got