crib but I didn't it was all red The bitch sayin' she sick stop bullshittin' I gotta cat crib in Jamaica My little cousin he ain't gonna say nuttin' "Son it
with hatred lethal features, Devil in a blue dress, decietful creature. [Prevail] Y'all know that my boys and my blood pumps poison. [Madchild] It
a rough day? That's right, and if y'all don't like it Then motherfuck, ya'll is Ghost in da house Make noise if it's C.R.E.A.M. in da house Aww shit
[Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big U in the
(Killah Priest)] It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it) It's about to be a robbery (damn right, I'mma get it) We about to catch a body
Red glorious, might stand victorious A hundred story high in story in Poor men of the street Jammed the game, to the poor again Slanted the Wu branded name it's war again It
down my ass And treat me like a criminal Look, it is what it is because of what it was I did what I did 'cause it does what it does I don't put nothin
choke hold you. I'm sick of all this everyday harassment (Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being called a black bastard) Sick
And it's all about my niggaz, won't mention hoes Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search Po' po' and co's they all get merked, it go Y'all
about it, I rap about it 'cause they do it My music's the conduit to a ticket, I live it Bitch, nigga, I cook it an' pitch it By the prints that bought
garbage of America Stuck in the brain of America Suffering in the body of America lying in the wicked spirit of America Dying In the old soul of America Ms America
. If you'll turn your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the land of the free, all racists live together in harmony, and we are all treated equal, we all
above all a land of freedom. That's the beautiful thing about our country; we are all treated equal. All races live together in harmony. What is it
no jobs looking for me Then it all went to my head Next thing, forty nine motherfuckers dead Tell the pigs, I did it, place spot at your back And beat
The ghettos of america are breeding grounds For the criminal minded As for years they have killed one another of And america has enjoyed it's creation
They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high But situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mine Chorus 2X With me it's like American Express
want? Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it, doubt it All that murder talk, gun talk, you talk, I'm 'bout it 'bout it Nigga feel my vibe niggas
that far Just to drop me off here Y'all keep arguing about religions While y'all referring to y'all old books of the bible Y'all all out to miss the last