freedom, out of our words Got me thinking, could it get any worse Who can save this sick world? SICK WORLD We can't save this sick world!
the freedom, out of our words Got me thinking, could it get any worse Who can save this sick world? SICK WORLD We can't save this sick world!
the world! You're a nuisance, you'll probably steal my new shit But you could never fuck with me, so chuck it up, deuces. All around the world I ball
I gotta turn this car around I never should have left you there Boy this traffic is making me sick Boy I can't wait to have you near I gotta hurry, hurry
Aha, yeah, yeah In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high
s go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy We got the real live shit from front to back To my people in the world
sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (Yeah, now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? (Turn
5 years a nigga that'll fuck you and tape you and show it to your face, boo Not behind your back And let you see how you gettin' murdered from the back
gave my heart and turned my back against the world 'Cause you were my girl, girl, girl I done damn near lost my mama, I done been through so much drama I done turned
' Kim] Shut the f-ck up Who the f-ck want war FedEx beef straight to your front door It'll be a murder scene I'm turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13
sick of this feeling I'm mixed up, somebody help me La, la, la, la, la Tell me how to fix this, I'd trade my world for one wish To go back to my other
is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back
up the pieces C'mon, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe you've got too much cash Better call, call the law When you gonna turn
up the pieces C'mon, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe, you've got too much cash Better call, call the law When you gonna turn
up the pieces Come on, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe you've got too much cash Better call, call the law When you gonna turn
[Scarface] They say the world is a ghetto, I'm witnessin a generation die By poverty sickness and homicide Now momma on the front pew, askin the preacher
what I'm talkin' about I had a dream and seen a double sun A different world was in the makin' The ruler of this new world was Satan The sky turned
