Turn up the speakers so my words shine through My nigga them street cats will hussle you Yo, we gotta live, positive, or positive Action is your prerogative Clips be
words that I ain't spoken But tonight we'll be free All the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes Of all the boys you sent away They haunt
' Yo, niggas is not original Niggas follow the radio Niggas think if you blow Then you gotta be on the TV show Crackas is hypocritical Crackas will rob and shit on
noise With VA and Detroit boys We're here to make noise We're here to make noise Nigga, we're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys Come on, come on
beacon of lumins', speak the language of humans A spice trade of words mixed like fresh herbs and cumen You don't want to see my (Boys) get (Beastie) Rick Rubin The spite be
There's garbage on the street that's tellin' you, you ain't shit And you almost believe it Broke and mistaken all the time You know some of the words
rap on their racks Rap force goin' strong, on and on Take a few seconds, to say peace to Sarah Vaughn Now back to the steel that will wield a golden
Yo Jeffrey, bust it, what are ya doin' in there? Word 'em up, word 'em up, word 'em up In the place at about this time DJ Jazzy Jeff an' the Fresh Prince
away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And
Chorus - Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys
m on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace God!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Darkside, Darkside, Darkside [DJ Premier
them hang So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speaknow
War's going on across the sea Street soldiers killing the elderly What ever happened to unity? It's like that and that's the way it is Disillusion is the word
bitch you married Cross anyone I named that shit will get you buried Rough niggas in the street will bust for the bread and meat Deuce 57th Street and 7 deuce be
the tight intersection, and caught a big erection Spinnin on 3rd, Lexington, through the fuckin red I'm in Manhattan, naked wigs, on my fuckin head Streets full of traffic, drive on
room for every crew whose beats be booming I know you puffing some weed but are you down with some shrooming (Shrooming, hell nah, that's what the white boys be
seen niggaz kill And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills I rather be
star is born The streets love me but how long will they mourn I'm a real nigga, say real nigga thangs But it don't have no name Tell them boys I'll be