If there were somthing so loud and clear It would have been bought and sold We travle the space ways and doom the space of men and doom the space we'
time you wrote a ryhme and people adored you? and now you say one ting the breeder will scortch you, thats why we resort to all the violence and torture
world so that's irrelevant, the system think we all niggas and we not intellegent, but martin luther and malcolm taught me before I'm heavensent, the girls havin kids and
' like I ain't afraid to die And you could walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too Chorus Verse 3 Ain't no escape from a deadly fate and everyday
till there's nothing left call this 13 out of 13 motherfuckers, hahahahah i'm just playing with niggers man when yo all hear what i got, oh my god, hahahaha
if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do We could be married And then we'd
best mo money mo problem the mo money I made came mo problems after the problems came mo drama even my own momma said don't trust no body I only trust God and
bout lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and thats it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ
s and the C's, 13's and the kings They greens in the pen Steady duckin the police, ain't a friend Til they take me to hang and they fill me with lead
against God It was allowed to make war on the saints and to conquer And authority was given it over every tribe And a people and tongue and nation And
you Might know too much but I'm no soft touch Brought you up, to recognize lies as such I need no crutch, child hood was arduous And if there is a God
smell the glove) Henry Cisneros, ladies and gentlemen! Jim and Pat should take a pole (Right up each saintly glory-hole), With tar and feathers too -
know? And I'm hot! Don: And I got the bun and the hamburger and the relish and the orange and I've got my clothes off and I'm hot! Phyllis: Oh, come
love it when they call me big poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa Look I gots ta catch the first thing smokin the cali And hit one of my bitches
-whoops!- Here come the assholes they can smell the money- The meanest little bitch in 13 states- She's what God creates- ...Rock and roll... Nobody knows if
