children of the sun And open your eyes, now is the time Reach for the light, children of the sun It's our battle cry - we are one! We are one! We can
take much to split a fool's wig See I'm only one shot from makin' the headlines So quick niggaz got quarters and deadline's Shakin' the fed time They checkin' my bar codes
to my accountant to, they heard I bottle green like mountain dew, Too many rocks to be countin boo, The globe look like the one in the Scarface fountain
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age let's drink some wine I'll kiss your neck you scrath my back You tell me where you want it at And you already know I stay real close to your area code
copy me, yasimee? [Hook: x2] Woah! Hooo! You copying me? You-you-you-you copying me? Woah! Hooo! You copying me? You-you-you-you-you copying me? [Verse 2:] One
rappin about swishaz and shit dont believe in all that ahahaha cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-chaall hahahaha u know what im saying? i hit it man roll it oh u got one
away the master key, high-tech fantasies And the mystery of our history, strories been untold Some words have been classified, hide the danger code
One electrified eye Freezing metalized smile No more cheating the code The scene is set - emotions disconnected Welcome to the cyber trail Laser cops
I got that better love that no one better love That hit it and gone tomorrow but this forever love Lemme (??) til your vagina is wet enough And fill your
The Most Not The Lesser Trash Like The Fuck With 40 Dollars In The Club [Verse 1: Z-Ro:] I stay in pimp mode, my fifty zip-codes, like pimpin' pen Gotta
Unless I was pillow fighting with the kids, I miss that But it's a different day and time, and I'm all alone With nobody to call my own, different area codes
So I don't make no ends, with nobody I know Cause if nobody gets nervous, then nobody's gotta go That's the G-Code, and I will busting simply, then I
des cervelles. Direction la salle des coffres, j'emmene le directeur au sous-sol, Mais la y'a un p'tit probleme c'batard veut pas cracher le code.
be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be
ghetto Necessary picture food stamps Outlaw thug niggas Never left the boot camp [Verse 2: BuckShot & Cocoa Brovas] I'm a nigga for assignment One
to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want
[Dominique] Street Science, you're on the air *static* What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? *static* [Man responds] I love Tupac