y'all, Roots up y'all Roots is up Roots is up Roots is up y'all Roots is up y'all, Roots is up y'all Roots is up Roots is up Roots is up y'all Roots is
my death bed Screaming F that, yeah super ill Baby what the deal, we can chill Split a half a pill and a happy meal Fuck a steak slut, I'll cut my toes
a little bit too much All of the people star to rush (start to rush by) A dizzy twister dance Can?t find my drink or man Where are my keys? I lost my
my cousin Bam You my fuckin man, I find it hard to understand You gone, you physical form is dormant I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan Tell my man J
seen the worst of me yet Since we met it's back to back cigarettes All my breath hurt, my chest nervous wreckin the session Imagine Mike Zoot, my brain
on my death bed Screaming F that, yeah super ill Baby what the deal, we can chill Split a half a pill and a happy meal Fuck a steak slut, I'll cut my
movie Beat Street Erik B. and Rakim was Paid in Full De La Soul came along and broke all the rules I remember when my girl bought me Tribe Called Quest
mind Now that I got your mind workin Yeah, how the J Beez workin? Jungle Brothers on the run, makin babies A Tribe Kalled Quest, first birth of the J
rhyme biters J. Sands, focusin 360 degrees With my plans for revolution, for land and currency But for now I'm in the Pittsburgh streets In all the sections cause in my
ones..shook ones... He ain't a crook son, he just a shook one..shook one... [Havoc] For every rhyme I write Is 25 to life To all my peoples in the
for you who fear there is no hope May my passion inspire, so please listen in close This is for my people struggling with education And this is for my people
that y'all (that y'all) it's like that y'all (that y'all) And today I got the dime and it's fat y'all (fat y'all) I'm with the Squad [Devin] Well it
alien breed No more will my peoples bleed Follow lesson one Follow lesson two Follow lesson three Come with my first diddy-deed [Brother J] 1-2, 1-2
can all roll out, Cause once we step up in the party, yo we make the ladies shout People Under the Stairs, yeah and you know we got the clout Packed up my
beat y'all Old school jams the party people used to dance to I recall Summertime in Philly, my age about a dozen Got excited when invited to block parties with my