bodies droppin', it's gotta stop I want to help, but still I'm steppin' Keepin' my weapon, must protect myself The promise of a better tomorrow ain'
If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin' from Look through our history, America's the
know me or my homies We OUT Lawz, fuck the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me, now it's true
off guard don't hold it against me unless it gets hard (oh...oi...oop...hoop!.............aaawhhha.....yea. ...aaawhhha..that's right...) Well if sex is a weapon
but now you're gone tomorrow Your gone tomorrow Your gone tomorrow Your yesterdays news Your gone tomorrow Your gone tomorrow Your gone tomorrow Your yesterdays news Your gone tomorrow
from the president America's worst nightmare is right here I stay sizzlin' like flares, look up, pyoon It's quite clear it's my year 'til I hear Somebody's
Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [
Soldier of fortune, he's a man of war Just can't remember what he's fighting for Start a revolution right before your eyes When you hear the big bang
is on So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth But it's all, but it's all used up Break open your million dollar weapon And push your luck
think is gonna happen with three of the illest niggas together Street music and so fourth on one track,huh? Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's
new worlds hard New world names sing the new world songs New world planes are the new world bombs New world's flyin', the new world's dyin' The new world's cryin', the new world's
you, it's true, it's true I wanna be there in the early morn I'm gonna light up the night for you, it's true, it's true Don't tell the DJ got to turn
ticket's golden, the ticket's golden If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it It's there that you will find me listening (You can take tomorrow
. Every man holds his weapon in the hand. Ravens circulate over our heads. Tomorrow we'll feed our dogs on christian hearts. Brother! Blow the horn of war! Tomorrow's
to relief Of this agony inside Such a pain is not fair How long shall it last Sailing the sea of sorrow Beyond this point There's no turning back No
America The defense techniques of tomorrow had to be discovered now But Sage needed more than this New concepts, new tools, new weapons By analyzing
One voice, one power, the people's will arose, Slew the tyrant and burned his castles, brought down A supreme blooded pestilence once more Under the
gonna happen With three of the illest niggas together Street music and so fourth on one track,huh? Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda