know That the man in the street don't care? And why don't you care When the man in the street don't know, anyway? How do you know That the man in the street
got a right To say what's good for you So how do you know That the man in the street don't care And why don't you care When the man in the street don
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s got a right To say what's good for you So how do you know That the man in the street don't care And why don't you care When the man in the street don
street feet, she spends her nights out on the road So I started seeing Sally Jackson, I had to let old Anna Lee go Sally Jackson was a player, had another man
to Minnesota where it storm in the winter Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy I'm the man out
did more hoes than Michael Jackson done shows I done made more money than Tommy sale clothes I don't think that you can umout shine me man You need
words "Refuse to lose"] [Verse 1] Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome I walk the path of righteous even when foul like joe peppitone
runnin around New York like he the man But he peed in his pants When he saw us at Summer Jam Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man Or I would
happen I'm ready for action You get shot up under my soles, call it fatal attraction Beat you niggaz till you get it right, like joe jackson Listen, we
our families. This is my bro J-A to the S-O-N yo, the best at Mike Tyson's Punch Out on Nintendo. From Glass Joe to Macho Man, yo he fucks shit up,
ette runnin around New York like he the man But he peed in his pants When he saw us at Summer Jam Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man Or I would
Lies man, man you're crazy Look at Donald D comin' through the door late We're makin' a record, brother What you're doin' so late, man What's up, man
Jackson, and operation Push If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch a masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood To the whorehouse bitches, Miss porker, little joe
m blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set Streets
I'm ready for action You get shot up under my soles, call it Fatal Attraction Beat you niggaz till you get it right, like Joe Jackson Listen, we here
up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me Been in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy I'm the man
