in the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop) Can y'all hear me out there? (And we want every one in this motherfucker
air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop) Can y'all hear me out there? (And we want every one in this motherfucker
fuckin' problem, your honor They say Joey's a killer, every time body shit Every verse iller, ain't nobody's hot as this You know me, I'm a one man
I'ma let it be known that im with the force so nigga you know its on oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone for the fact that
[BLH] I'ma let it be known that im with the force so nigga you know its on oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone for the fact
[Beanie Sigel] One shot deal, one shot one kill Hit you with the one shot skill Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the wheel Feel I can't die
the same without Pac So I, guess it's up to E-40 and Rick Rock, oooh ... Stunting... you hear 40 new shit, he on there coming You hear 40 new shit, he
sleep , we always up 'Cause we can't live off minimum wage Middle finger right to the other side I know that I just want to get paid When you hear this one
ridiculous Straight fuckin' 'em up like that, throw me my strap man I want these fools to feel me Reverend, would you put some blessin' oil On my head and hear
Snake oil and roses, pockets of dirt Hands of a fortune teller's son Young love shakin' the earth Like a heart shot out of a gun Lips like gravity pull
we play 'You're A Customer', the pick of the day Now there's a nigga on the block, never seen him before Selling incense and oil, my man thinks that
deserve this? Am I happy? Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle class existence I see through smiles and smell truth in the distance Beyond one
start a riot or incite it 'Cause Brutus is an honorable man It's just coincidence that oil men Would wage war on an oil rich land And this one goes
game you play with your life A mussi murda yuh waan mi charge for CHO Mi naah call no 119 Mi love yuh but if yuh ever dis the program one more time
hands We're gonna play the junkiest tune you can stand Come on and hear Oscar's junk band Come on and hear Oscar's junk band, oh yeah! Come on and hear
we no longer trust Told too many lies The promises they made to us Were never realized Hear me now the chant has begun Nowhere left to turn No-one left
man named Jed Poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed Then one day he was shooting for some food, And up through the ground come a bubbling crude (Oil
named Jed A poor mountaineer, Barely kept his family fed. And then one day He was shootin' at some food, And up through the ground came a-bubblin' crude. Oil