hundred thousand miles. Parque tiles, leavin ankles broke in a pile. Son got a ticket to fly, he can make it if he try, To the sky, like a Coney Island
cha, that's my title Shakin it up, wakin it up, makin it up, breakin it up Takin it up higher, no liar, you can't deny the Public Enemy, with the public
you forgot This shot is hot Boo yoww Like Stuart on the Scott Haves and have not Go cat go Let the legend grow Game it like you game it Better
short stories winnin' and keep the beats spinnin' [Chorus: Public Enemy] You know the name, P.E.! You know the game, P.E.! {*scratches*} We ain't for the game
devil attempts to get heroes railroaded stole the ball from lost souls for whom the final bell toles confused with moses in street clothes he suppose he
is game? Who is game? Where's the game in life behind the game behind the game I got game, she's got game We got game, they got game, he got game
they couldn't catch What they couldn't see Question Was it bigger than the names Not only in the game But the game behind the game Down to the remaining
dotted frame Nike got me pullin re's and g's Shit, I can get shot for these Please god give me 20 more years on these knees To maintain without this game
for your mind like Israel and Palastine good news there is some hard ass times no more disses repeated hook lines and chorus' days of doris' got issues and wishes got
Shakur for sure Revisited, hear the shorties be quizzin it Geronimo Platt, politically incarcerated cats I dwell on all the black males doin time And got
G's off From the tip off Less academic callories Hope to make a high price salary I got 40 acres to comphiscate I got a mule that can't wait to ???
? ? shut em down at the Ritz Thinkin of grits, Kibbles 'n Bits, now I'm in the mix Flav be doin just like this Off the meat rack, got my money stacked
buck, To the Milwaukee Bucks, for a million bucks. Just get him off the streets so he don't get bucked. Super agent to the rescue so he won't get fucked
, hundred thousand miles. Parque tiles, leavin ankles broke in a pile. Son got a ticket to fly, he can make it if he try, To the sky, like a Coney
? Even though I knew he never told the truth He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to At a certain point I had to stop asking questions Y'all got
was like "Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice" I said yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice You public enemy number