...clench your fist Beat the bastards down Cut the ripcord, no turning back Bum the bridges down Grab the handle... Crack the whip Beat the bastards down beat
handle...clench your fist Beat the bastards down Cut the ripcord, no turning back Bum the bridges down Grab the handle... Crack the whip Beat the bastards down beat
plan from the start The only way to beat 'em is to think, 'cause they smart They smart (Those guys) You niggas better watch yo ass (They're the bad guys) Them bastards
old folks were respected Kids talkin' back was never accepted Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap But kids nowadays will curse out old
was I runnin tell the bastards I flew" Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit Bustin doors, beatin mammas
I was born a bastard my momma was a baby. And she didnt have the skills it would ever take to raise me. Pops jumped ship and left us doin bad. I pretty
not too late fuck you you bastards the way it is, is the way it was and the way it will stay just because so many of us want to accept it without a fight
Hey, you little bastards Do you wanna bang heads with me? Cause it's Friday night or it's Tuesday night And we're in each other's company So I'll
Why do we have to cross over? Why are niggas always crossing over somethin'? And what's the matter? They accept our music as long As they can't see our
s all I remember As time passes, I catches miracles He taught me Everything except for some old man and breathe the breath of life I tried, to just accept
your chance to change Your opportunity Donna, miguel, sophie, ellen, bruce these people are willing to identify themselves because his record is authentic - if you wish, the record company will
be part of this With my greatness undiscovered, taking my own shot at this How far we will go and where well stop, only time will tell New school rappers will
when she had me Told me get your ass out with your daddy Talked hella trash and my teachers couldn't stand me Used to call me bastard and told me I was
like this was the first time we done had to tell y'all You can hear us though, you can hear us... in 4, 3, 2, 1 [Verse 1] I was born a bastard, my mama
Wind Blow [Layzie Bone:] Bone Thugs n Harmony A yo we aint always been accepted like this till (Listen to the wind blow) A nigga got dat Grammy Open
