poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel And I'ma murder any friend of the court Throw a bomb in they
a mixtape, Damn (Well it's a little more than that, It's more like a message. More like a change for the better) And this is just a mixtape, Damn (It's
at home leave yo kids all alone they gone,smoke them from them blunts and leaves nobody wanna fuck with thesealmost some pipe bomb type shit,who'll run
4 love Live 4 love Live Live 4 love, without love U don't live And how U make it is based on what U're givin' back In fact only a few of us slip through
and death You know, that's what I was raised up on, that's what this country's about This is what my country is, and my country's a muthafucka
much To diffuse this bomb you need the code Now our temperatures rise and it's no surprise You've just run out of time I'm gonna explode Chorus Love 2 love u, baby 2nd verse: When I'm all alone
I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens 'Cuz that's where I live, and this is what
capital, exporting death We'll keep dropping our bombs until there's none of them left We don't need actual evidence to seal a nation's fate just the
would cease to be simply passive observers. Media coverage of Viet Nam created massive dissent in the U.S.A. Thatcher's government was aware of that
my girl, I'd be your man just forever Baby was butter, the bomb shit, tight shit on I was the king of the castle, she was the queen on my throne Stoned and bombed
on the sambuka, keep going more G's than a satsuma, you know i do it smoother like a soother, and i aint got a groupie i got a grouper, Setting off the bomb
play "A Tear is in My Beer". "So what's the verdict Mister? When's it gonna blow?" I just winked at her and said, "Darlin' I don't know." Time-bomb tickin
Ray, but it's not two names Flyin' through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne No, not bombs over Baghdad But on the track, you can call me Hussein That's
Intro: R-U ready....(to my west coast headz come on) Ready...all my headz are you ready and to my east coast headz come on R-U-ready...I say all my peoples
2 hope u die soon so i can spit on ur grave n shit on it see u on the street's alone bitch u no u
step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style