want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know
like a G' And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets My God it's a beautiful day to just sit and enjoy blue skies And all the brothers in
just hear a tight jam How it's on let make my maneuver Hit the alley saw a man in a Land Cruiser In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger
happens, there's no pinion, no sorrow 'Cuz you refuse to lift a hand And you know it's a blessing to help a brother man stand And if I were you I'd fear
their daddies gone left alone Singin it's so hard to say good-bye at the funeral home what's goin on 4 nights and a rainy day to the cemetery found I'
a treatment everyday, From the Hi-De-Ho Miracle Man! He's the Hi-De-Ho Miracle Man! Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi! Ho-lo-lo-lo! Brother Jones lived in sin
A.K.A. Shelton Jackson Lee A.K.A. loving husband and father Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson I'm here with De La Soul A.K.A. De La, A.K.A. The Plugs
're showing We're strong enough for a man, but made for a woman Hey you, where do you think you're goin'? Yo, Stan, my man, keep the horns blowin' Havin' a good
the son of a preacher man, oh yeah I'm just the son, I'm just the son Hey, I'm the son of a preacher man Hey, of a preacher man
you'll see, me and Magno go Man I'm freestyling again, spinning it's a sin Three for the ten, off a 5 or 6-10 That's a freeway, Northside Southside we
a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk
brother But don't mess with a missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man Oh, the missionary man
you Lookin like a poster to, don't wanna boast but you Missus Do a Dr. Feel good, lay a playa real good Limpin came back, and it was still good, she will Put a
best When all I was was an outlet for all your stress Life it's the ultimate sin A game with no rules that you're expected to win My personal hell's hidden with a
? I'm unsure, but so sin surr Get your hurr did, that ain't a perm, yo, that's a temporary That ain't a wormhole, that's a cemetary where they bury the
' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night It's not how you play the game, it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic For those about to rock
Interlude] It's the bald head horse man, yeah It's the bald head... It's the bald head horse man, horse man Yup... [Bizzy Bone] Let me make a declaration, a