if you aint feelin' me [Chorus: Sticky and X1] I want drop tops, chop shops, and pay cops I wanna lay low wit police on pay roll I want the ill
the back Money pourin in, clientele growin now Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down October 21st, Lavelle came to the world Followed by three
Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggaz In three
Not one of ours HARLEM WOMEN (Group 2) Not one of ours Never heard of him Don't want any trouble Not one of ours ALL HARLEM WOMEN Don't know anything
'z Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for...
Pop local shop menaces Travel all around the world in great distances And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance That's why we it The Planet Not
achieve a strike I use the headpiece of a dyke I swing her brains down the lane I'm a sadomasochist One finger, two fingers, three fingers Four fingers
very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and
, ain't taking orders from no one but God I know you niggaz is broke 'cause I know what you charge Them niggaz wishing for a Phantom it's one in my garage
for boys When life is simple, pure and sweet And the foolish youth can overlook The wolf outside the door Come hear a tale of Halloween And one October not
I should be proud of this song Think about it AMERICA! Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot I'm living like hell in a world of death Protectors of the people
It's like root beer one of a kind Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata niggata nine And the clip and the trigga Muthafuckas try ta play me yet
Bridge is going to collapse yo Yo, this is Wyclef Jean the Refugee Allstars up in here The CNN for the world Yo what's this I here about the police in
hoes and disappear like boo! *echoes* Chorus 2x Verse three: baka boy Yo it's the ? ? with baka boys, rings and cali kings I've never been the one for police
not fold you will not see a priest on him He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em But never will he run unless you call police on em [Chorus:] One
you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty Verse