out and get me, but worst of all These rap fans are taking these shit serious It ain't New York versus L.A. 'Cause really it's hip-hop, not a big ole
like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough When things get
Enough [Outro: (newsreader)] (Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney King
be the king Then I'd know that I am not alone Maggots pull on shirts(?) We sell each other shit Sometimes I feel so worthless Sometimes I feel discarded I wish that I was good enough
it's lookin' like a war zone Unemployment on the rise but the black market thrives Money just keeps changin' hands The laws are gettin' tough sometimes it's not enough
for the pumpkin, at twelve on the bottom bunk, holla at me Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya Slain dead, devils, don't have enough
feel like I'm tellin you to Do wrong hear me! [Verse 3:] They say I'm seein things but everybody know I'm bein things we dem kings Like it or not we
like you're doing tybo [Verse 2:] G.R.E.E.D. smash a bitch, when I fuck I am leavin'em stuck disastrous Can't get enough of the bootie gotta have the
lot of weed Drunk a lot beer sold a lot of keys But that shit don't even matter here Somebody said walk toward the light But I ain't not ready to go Am
need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down, huh? Less talk, more head right now, huh? And my eyes more red than the devil is
about to bust It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in the bodybag but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
come (uh-huh) [X2] Listen suckers obey the law Battleaxe warriors waging war Burn the roof off crack the floor We used to be kings These ain't those days no more Not
AIDS don't exist, plus my sex life's terrific I get a kick out of life, I bet my bitch on it 20/20s not enough coverage Nightline, big Barbara Walters
* background vocals [Intro: Killah Priest] Up and down Didn't I say niggas gotta come ready for more? Father forgive us for we know not what we do Ain
like im tellin you to do wrong hear me! (Verse 3) They say im seein things but everybody know im bein things we dem kings like it or not we runnin this
like a motherfucker chasing my dream No longer chasing, I'm making my green And it seems that them niggas talking tough shit Not just some niggas but
stored in a murderous thoughts My profile as nasty as maggots in pork I'm dark and damp, enough to rush amps With the jaws of a flat bull or rusty can
