't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdo I don't want your sex, here take your fast food Tim you're dead wrong, Tim you're dead rude Hey girl
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder Two **** dead
The day has come, the time is near For all to end, it's true, it's here It's all over now, no way to stop The button's been pushed, the bomb's been dropped
stop Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop That includes the Bronx an' Harlem ya don't stop Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
stop Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop And to the JB's, ya don't stop And De La Soul, ya don't stop
goddamn job done (Blaze) My socks are moving, ain't worried what others doing Make my own path to the top, and it won't stop I'm a grown man doing what
based in Carbon Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than hip-hop And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop Kill em all, yield
and I will pray for tomorrow I thank you Lord for the love of my life and a friend I made a promise and I'm lovin' my wife till the end I thank you Lord
a path, stand aside There's no stopping us Clear a path, stand aside We're carrying the torch now Clear a path, stand aside There's no stopping us
You wear the lizard's shoes and afterwards you get confused You wear the lizard's coat and afterwards you fail to float You take the lizard's path but
old man give me hearse and, I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van) My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I lead
when they tear the place down Ain't gonna stop before the dream is broken We're getting of this road going nowhere We just stop and turn around This dead end
is to be young, wild and free Now Jimmy lives on the other side of town Struggling to stay on his feet Pulling away at some dead end job Just trying
lies Lies acquitted, guilt unanswered, you will not escape Cold, my revenge and my blood Hate, nothing can stop it now Death, the only end I accept Hell
old man give me hearse and, I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van) My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I
and you Tike, we're gonna make some cash Robbin' old folks and makin' the dash They did the job, money came with ease But one couldn't stop, it's like
, then here come the motherfuckin' Roses Tags are promptly placed on your toes You're just another nigga dead, gotta go, gotta go The game is called survival when you play it to the end
direction / Stop, look, and listen...before I cross the intersection / There's much construction. I'm signaled with morse code / to take a detour. Somehow I end