[Chorus:] You gotta be strong, KIDS OF THE NATION You gotta be strong, there?s no hope for anyone You gotta be strong, KIDS OF THE NATION Times are hard
class and don't know who the professor is How low people go for the dough and make a mess of things? Kids are murdering other kids for the fun of it
movie and TV shows are so amateur? yeah, we laugh it off, that don't really bother me look, we ain't serious unless we really gotta be humorous attitude like Kids
never win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and then the kids join the army Rising and a waking, yes sir here
courage get out my damn way 'Cause the car I'm in is rollin' full of men No kids or boys, E got the mac ten Islam's got the Zulu nation back up DJ Aladdin
goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret just the Robinsons affair Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids Coo coo
Put it in your pantry With your cupcakes It's a little secret It's just the Robinson's' affair Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids Here
wrong doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has it's day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the
involved Cypress fucking hill taught me to make a fucking bomb So I started, I bought another tape The power by Snap made my cock and balls ache So remember kids
you turn it on, you're alive You're energized inside your mind Turn on electric nation The kids will make the world turn around Turn on electric nation
nymphomaniac Albino go-go dancer, you see Nothin' so bad that I can't share it With a billion friends on national TV, whoa I have no genitalia, I sold my kids
never leave your house without keepin it up, to the head dad-dy, you don't know what that is, couple a bodies under my belt, and with mad kids, for self
and we can have a little laugh with y'all. But every now and then, I gets caught up in a playa hation Lord, whats wrong with this nation? Erase 'em.
can go met n agree with my fans Smoke a little weed and have a little laugh at chall But every now and then I gets caught up in a playahation Lord what's wrong with the nation
neva left Ain't even got started yet (yeah) We kickin in the muthaf**kin door Once again for war so nigga get ya army ready I got a nation of niggas ready
fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids
'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids