I find A little thunders good, I thought maybe you would But it's okay, we all feel left out Sometimes growing up, it can get you down. I give you something that no one's
find A little thunder's good, I thought maybe you would but it's okay, we all feel left out sometimes growing up, it can get you down. I give you something that no one's
waitin' for Let's do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration Come on, shake ya ass Come on, watch yourself Okay, I'm the man Let's
all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue Parents just don't understand Okay, here's the situation My parents went away on a week's
, niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals Government funds are minimal, oppression's subliminal These days it's
t really velvet... they were, you know, kind of like velvet. It's a, what d'ya call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look
is back with a little bit of action Bring it, rap it, sing it, bust it Whateva dog, whateva y'all want to do I'm with it Wicked Go loco with the heata
Nothings gonna stop me Yeah I put that on the blocks man And that's my word to Pun, Reo, Sycho, Schmeo Most legendary, most prolific MC's, it's hereditary
, fuck them, do it just out of spite Bright nights, dark days For every person without a voice that got something they need to say See it's apparent
na na na na na na {Now listen} It's okay I understand This ain't no never never land I hope that when this issue's gone I'll see you when your clothes
dont talk to police unless we done paid em It's a code in these streets, you better learn it And we dont just give out respect, you gotta earn it And
get Real, not the duplicate Taking no fours, making y'all just recouping it Doing it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit it Capone's plan, passport to foreign lands
We ready to take it home now Just so everybody knows When Pops get ready to say something good I mean when it's time for me to lay it on the wood And it
Yo Jeff, what's up Holmes? Yo what's up Prince? Yo what's up man? Aey where's my car at? Where's your car, why you askin' me? No I parked my car right
they came in a truck (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz) Mercedes, come here baby You don't like the way it's hot and hazy Never shady, you must be crazy It's
and no hear though It's real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe! [Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez] Throw your hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck
Blowin' 1 up, 1995 Conscious rap is still alive But nobody wanna play it, nobody wanna say it Nobody okayed it, they'd all rather hate it 1996, it really
