Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne
stories to tell I'm just one of a million or more stories that could be told Chorus: Sacrifice your freedom Sacrifice your prayer Take away your language Cut
the hair that got me this far? All these girls, these cribs, these cars I hate to say it but it seem so flaw 'Cause success didn't come 'til I cut it
do that, when nore lace the smooth track And I'm the one that gave stella her groove back The two mack, you see my peoples playin the cut We thugged out
ll die too Well gotta go I'm almost at the bridge now Oh shit! I forgot! How am I supposed to send this shit out? My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I? Got out
sure niggas eat every day (Verse 2) Don't make me put a hit out tikitack these rappin' always spit out put your self in a sticky sitiuation and GET OUT
The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out
it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out!'',
But that's kinda far and I'm not made of cash Do you think you could chip in for gas? Mac and cheese would be all right But let's send out for pizza
the grip And there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up the dogs Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs Snatchin' out
sweated for they shit If all a law enforcement, nigga's get deaded for that shit Thought you was a street nigga, pulled a heat nigga at that Come to find out
hard I don't pull out my Willie for just anyone There's a lot of other records that you can choose from So let me make myself clear before you go too far
Another day no peace in sight A solution far away The military won the war Certainly not for you and me How many generations will it take To cut the
t feeling Bush overseas I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' have to cut me out the
'll be up in this chick 'til the early morn' Mighta came with some Temples but those Shirleys gone She laughin makin a joke she gon' sell out porns Got
There's only two ways out of here You're way too late, you'll be trapped here forever There's only two ways out of here One's through the door, the other
something Nobody told me I could be something Many words that have been spoken Cut me out like paper dolls Made me into something different Something I could not dissolve So far
A hem What we have here is a very serious delicate situation Lots of people out here always ridin the dick hmmph But check this out I like your style