s coming! [Sing] Tears falling from your eyes! [Eyes!] Your cloudy eyes see nothing! [Eyes Shut!] [Scream] Lying to me! Your fake personality is killing me! [Killing Me
yeah. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your Soul. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your Soul. Oooh. (Assata) Freedom! You askin me
a diss, I'm strivin' not drivin', Miss Daisy And Patrick Swayze don't amaze me or faze me Me look up to these stupid clowns, you're crazy My mama raised me
the dirt, more than hurt Bring the beef where you hang out Bang out, shots ring out Hit your shoulders, tryin? to blow your brains out Hit your homies
can't do this to me. [Fred Casely] You get off! You touch me again, I'll put your lights out. [Roxie Hart] - Wait... [Fred Casely] - Your husband will
, Assata, yeah Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful May God bless your Soul Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful May God bless your Soul Oooh Freedom! You askin me
your clever, boldfaced lies control everything you can call me fake call me sick, call me a nazi I'll blow down your little house and cripple your posse your
hard Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys Here's my advice, leave the ring with your
if necessary bring the terror Self defense and retaliation, hold this fort Throw them niggas off the court in this rap sport Your center's too short, your forwards' is backpedalin' Your
the dirt More than hurt, Bring the beef where you hang out, Bang out, Shots ring out. Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out. Hit your homies
they kissed a murdered man was buried Where I walk I see myself and my life over the years And I see the faces of my past that bring me to tears And
aint hard Take thirty of y'all to murder one kid on the boulevard You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys Here's my advice, leave the ring with your
