how it go, on and on To the like break of wha what! Yeah yeah, check it out [Kardinal Offishall] See me in MC reality spoken Some provoken the Kardinal
Don't forget to do that thing for your mother, Roosevelt Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, alright Running upon the jagged edge, fuck the rough life When you
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI
hold your breathe Your crew ain't shit, bullet to your chest Left to ya left, look to ya right Drop to tha ground, bitch nighty night Sniper on the roof, one
killin other brothers I thought the idea was to love one another? Open up the paper to one more death If y'all keep this up then there'll be no one left
Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob Whole crew
-hop's dead) now, my man's gone As I rise to the top, knee-deep in thegame I survived every shot Back to life like (Thriller), back to reality Flipped
get respect Got to be the illest brother when it's time to get wreck Got to be the illest brother when I get my mic check I'm one of the illest brothers
[Verse 1] I never make songs to disrespect woman or to judge people about the way that they're living but the way I am is based on the life I was given
killing emcees way back in the gap We was partnas though music put us on the map, we're ninety percent friends and ten percent rap When one was hungry the other one
forget to do that thing for your mother Roosevelt! Yeah yeah yeah, alright, alright [Prince Poetry] Running upon the jagged edge, FUCK, THE ROUGH LIFE
kids in the Burbs And all the kids in the City Hangin with your crew Actin mad silly Chase all your dreams till you make them reality Respect yourself
shit? (NO!) Now the industry is runnin' this underground shit (What?) The industry is runnin' this underground shit (Oh!) Now what that means is my crew wants a street team My crew
to pull it, you heard what I said It's Theodore nigga, we all about the bread, niggaz And it's time for a reality check, yet I'm celeb in the hood And
what I'm sayin And my realities is the next nigga's nightmares You know what I'm sayin? Keepin it real 69 Ville For life, nigga [ VERSE 1: Seagram ]
(Intro: Wyclef Jean) Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there to just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant