But it's not up to us Lets be Serious It's time for times to change And it's Time to change your mind When She Goes On and On We Will Be Holding Strong
door. You ain't seen nothing like it. No, you ain't seen nothing like it, not since the Civil War. Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill, and
space with Thug Angels singin, sayin [background harmonizing - repeat 2X] {uh-huhhh uh-huhhh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh- -uhhh-huhhh uh-huhhh..} [Wyclef Jean - (over harmonizing)] So you wanna be
fuckin beach with the what Nike sandal, got em on my feet hide behind tint be blowin sweet, them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat, dont settle
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (And plus the cold war) Be on the
will be your reward He told me, "Son, follow me and I will come to you" He told me, "Son, follow me and I will come to you" He told me, "Son, follow
that fuckin beach, with that what Nike sandal got em on my feet, hide behind tint be blowin sweet them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat dont
on I need shelter from the rain, to ease the pain Changing from boys to men Lord, knows we be tryin' hard, God watchin' over us Mama told me "baby dun be
on a hill, I see the only way to be filled, mighty rushing wind around us, Holy Spirit burn within us. [Chorus:] Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, within us. Spirit of truth
outside your door And you ain't seen nothing like it No, you ain't seen nothing like it Not since the civil war Comin' over the hill are the boys of
get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill
about, ones you don't know about Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out What!! [swizz beatz] It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over [sonja blade
me tell you how it really goes I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police", should I pull over
