righteous, the privileged ones, the law, and the almighty power. - Burning the fields for one flower. [A:] What was black is now blue, nothing much is really new
line (yeah) [Ja Rule] Now everybody know that everybody said nobody can hide from beef Except but us, who surprised when these kids get killed on the streets Look how these animals
rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles Got the cops joggin at you, spittin rounds of clips, they down wit it New
I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar I even own the melon of a dead fortuneteller The rotted ones I keep 'em up in fat pickle jars And the new ones
call? What?) If it is I'm dead AND I need someone here to control me (I'm an addict) [Verse 1: PSC] I bought the brand new Mac, the high speed Internet
Outerspace (yeah) the fuckin' Warchild Planetary (yeah, yeah) [Planetary] One for the blood, two for the ashes Three for that new, Outerspace shit classic
run the cool rushing waters . . . movin? along memories of some sweet days & some new ones comin? on colorado summertime fill the heart with new animation
in public The sight of a lot of your blood's like a stop sign And when I'm done I'm like, "Ugh, fucked up my Nike Ones." It's Mr. Monster, Mad Rocco,
it goes; I might as well kick it at home But my baby momma hate my guts and can't stand me (yeah) Packed up, moved out, started a new family So all this
right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans
owner See 'em throw up Westside California Nigga I'm hot as Phoenix Arizona I'm utah I got multiple bitches It's a new law keep a hold of yo riches Dumb
Altshul's: "Dope Man".] [Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Fresh {GOD-... } from overseas man! {DAMN! } Fresh outta JFK man... {MO MONEY! } And I hear all this new
me down a hundred times Still come up wit new rhymes Rec exects dont like me Come up with new rhymes See you want it and you give a push for all mankind Eh yo this ones
I remember when loadin up the gas, beat settlin Ghetto peddlin the *?shaunder?*, shorty dead again Songs about 'We all around the NC' Cop the E series, jealous ones
me It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya Cause animals sense weakness, sharks
thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love And for the ones in the back, who be smokin the
soldier some you get blessed over Bums they straight come from under? I told you, That I would die for my loved ones Kill for my blood ones beside a cousin