den start with dat hatin'... I'm tryna help dem nigga's see paypa... but dey dan fucked around with da fed... now I'm stressed n pullin' my dreads...
make a speech, But the dreadies understandin that its too late: Fire is burning; Man, pull your own weight! Fiyah is burning; Man, pull your own weight! Natty dread rides again (natty dread
the sky, You rise up and say goodbye to no one. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one
you beefin with five-oh, couple cases on rotation And on top of that, Bust' Rhymes is now on probation? [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, and I thank Judge Stevens
believe it I can't achieve it I think I know it's just another sign that Never went away completely Terror is coursing in me Dreading the final moments
has this gone on And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds So I ain't goin to the dread
Gotta make this money and I make this money This money is me this money is everything I do and see Who are you to judge me Just let me be and let me breathe
?seek and you'll be led? But instead, instead I loved you I was weak and mislead I was deeper than dead I was sinking in dread now I'm thinking in shreds
all of his possessions Sold his investments too And now he lives with the homeless Owns 900 hospital beds He prefers to remain nameless It's publicity he dreads Yeah. There's a judge
The camera dissolves a crescendo of screams The memory's imprinted like some dreadful sore The fearful reminder: the mark of the claw A question of judgement
you? (sung) Well, Beadle calls on her all poor light Poor thing! Poor thing! The judge, he tells her, is all contright. He blames himself for her dreadful
and the laws of man Still living in the palm of the grace of your hand The world's not easy, the blind man said Turns on nothing but money and dread
the way We've been sitting in your backyard for hours But she won't even come out and say hi While my mother baked a little cake for you And even dreaded
walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear no evil for thou art with me thou ride with me J-J-Jah! Ras-tafari I can't forget you knotty dreads
"seek and you'll be led" But instead, instead I loved you I was weak and mislead I was deeper than dead I was sinking in dread now I'm thinking in shreds
