re lookin? for a quickie then I?m not the one to talk to Chorus: You better back off, back it up I don?t know what you heard You better back off, back
? East Atlanta cockin' hammers Bandannas on car antennas No, we do not talk to strangers Just cut off these niggas fingaz Gucci's armed and dangerous Cocaine, codeine and angel
never imagine, what's about to happen right now (Hey yo check this out) [Verse: P. Diddy] Hey yo I'm back by popular demand and shit Niggaz want the
the Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we Know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs That we'll have each others backs
love, angel Take me back to Wondaland I gotta get back to Wondaland Take her back to Wondaland She thinks she left her underpants Take me back to Wondaland I gotta get back
Left the city, my mama, she said don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making
Everybody step back from the mic As I set it off All playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather
I ain't gon' let them go out like that YouknowhatI'msayin'? Chuck, Ice got your back Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me Once again, I'm back
don't realize that you know Rock n' Roll is truly black music, it was created by Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black people like that Who started it off back
think you should follow your dream. When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things Pretty party dresses, candy and rings You was your Momma's little angel
aint getting money like we do so it`s on. I was looking for the one now I`m feeling dumb for thinking it was you I was wrong now I`m back up in this b
I need is a woman to be good to me I'm an easy man, I'm easily pleased And you provide me with everything that I need Look, you know I make ends off
off from this cruel world Your instincts telling you to run Listen to your heart, those angel voices They'll sing to you they'll be your guide back
can't be a Super Mane My whole ? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game I'm back at the halftime like
'll put the dyna in mite Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit himself Tap dancin' all over the beat, it'll jump off the page
Say you're sorry That face of an angel comes out just when you need it to As I paced back and forth all this time 'Cause I honestly believed in you Holding
your wings And let me make it to the telephone Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia Tidewater four ten on nine Tell the folks back home this is the
I'm having a private party Ain't nobody here but Me and my angels and my guitar singin' Baby, look how far we've come here I'm having a private party