I love 'em, love 'em, baby Black diamonds and pearls If I ruled the world I ruled the world I'd love all the girls, you know, I love 'em, love 'em, baby
and souls are polluted Superiority complex is deep rooted Leeches and lice's, and people got prices Egomaniacs control the self-righteous Nothing is sacred and nothing is
about the album and the Enemy's new How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it movin Breakin bread talkin politics, you know how it go 'Bout the war and
This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen You've got to
you talk about player fuck around and catch a slug in your mouth Verse One: Jadakiss It's a shame he can rhyme, nigga loves crime every late night
is what we sling do things you talk about Player fuck around and catch a slug in ya mouth! Verse One: Jadakiss It's a shame he can rhyme nigga loves
fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the
Solomon Jones And watching over his luck Was the love of his life Is the lady that was known as Simone When out of the night which was dark and cold
Devil, tonight's your last night Picture me, Lil' Eazy E, pistol fahrenheit L.A. County, got work in Slawson We get it poppin' back to Roxbury in Boston The streets love
'm real When it all happened I was in the lime light News, camera, gaven killer stamina Another year I'm here but forgotten Skin is rotting feeling old
time for war well, I ain't backing up See one more nigga serving rock Is the last time 'cuz he's packing up A guerrilla shit nigga where your heart is
punch line is a natural disaster And it's sung by the unemployed Fight fire with a riot The class war is hanging on a wire Because the martyr is a compulsive
Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis, This war veteran knows what a hard time is, He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is, The
form of violence and we say everybody's getting a bit heavy or bit intellectual about it. Everybody's talking about peace, but nobody's doing anything about
's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war, art of war We gotta
I love you, nigga, You know, I love you, nigga. From the heart, nigga from the heart, the heart of it all. Much love to all our babies out there, Buck
you know (beat boxing) this is real man (beat boxing) this is all day (beat boxing) this is hip hop (beat boxing) til the very last drop uh and let