. To my Mother, to my friends, I'm all right. Am I all right? It's mine, all mine. Tu-ra lu-ra Cut-out, you're a doll. You're cut out to fit right in
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floor. Cut your finger on the edge cause it's sharper than they told you. Take a leap from out the window cause it's way too far to go through the door
five to life Low-G, now I got to earn another stripe Ghetto Star Greyhound is my fuckin? car Ghetto Clothes, but I?m feeling like I?m ghetto far Chorus
this is proved And can't you see all the flowers diein all around you Got your hands in the devil's pockets got everything to loose And so you lash out
JUMP) soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on
passion, all of the Sean John flashin? In orderly fashion perhaps when Figure it out excatly wat diddy about cuz we can take this whole city out Now
lairy In the pub he acted obsured and he came onto a boxer's bird so he got knocked out face swelled up like a rainbow trout his girl found out the truth
raw like a cut, cause I hit too hard Radio stations don't play, cause I spit too hard I know they hate me everyday, and I ain't quit so far But if you
em a right Me start to boxing up their ass [Z-Ro] Serve in me cut, me straight balling, me balling me balling now Me run up they cut with me gun and
high Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces laid bris and they nuts cut
" - Chuck D (cut and scratched) "Fuck the damn cop!" (cut and scratched) "Just because we play what the people want.." "They claimin that I'm violent" - Chuck D (cut
hang with us, same niggers go to jail with me Bang with the outlaw click, six since I came out, pull out my pistol, And blow your brains out, pull it
nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed
ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
for me I just cut the music on the lo-lo I got my hand on the fo-fo Tellin my people to get down, help me look out for the po-po Put it in drive, hit
felt impotent in our skin you and me have taken it out on each other you and me disloyal to the feminine such a pity to disavow each other with how far