Why do we see what we see? War and bloodshed. Over our chronic beliefs, And the world religions. How is anyone sure they're right? And does it really
of happiness Ohh, a little bit of freedom, exactly what I need Yeah, I'll get down on my knees for it We'll all look out of each other My thoughts
Champagne, cocaine & strawberries. [x2] Firs time you down it, Yeah you'll have a laugh. Second time you down it, You'll be low on cash. Third time
nunmal geschehn und du sagst on ne dit jamais jamais dans les histoire l'amour und mit deinen franzosischen Tricks da kriegst du mich wieder rum Das erste Mal tat
single day. And now it's time I lay back cuz the kid wanna play. Chorus Break me off a piece of that tit-tat Break me off a piece of that tit-tat Break
on my head Secondly, it's all good when niggaz talk, well they need to back it up Only needles I use is when I tat-tat-tat it up [Big Tigger (Busta)]
everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little, controversy 'Cause it feels so empty, without me A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with Anybody
want But nigga you don't feel me, nigga you don't Krayzie, Krayzie maybe insane and he with JD Let it rip done slipped a clip into the gat Brat-tat-tat
get it poppin' like a firecracker but I'm wild I get at cha, hit a nigga like a tractor, collapse ya, thrash ya Rat-a-tat ya, matter of fact ya dead
'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka until somebody dead And even though we know niggas bust back Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks Unload Tat-tat-tat-tat
Face. We comin' to get the riot started. Treach: Since I been around the cadaver, gather matters, just wait, see I splattered the matter, rat-tat-tat-tat
don't see your boy breathing, rat tat tat tat Rat tat tat tat to your ass is the muthafucking flow Here comes the white sheet Rat tat tat tat to your
Mac, let me see dat back, Mr. Cartel inger show that tat, I dunno how to act, baby hotter then a stove top, skin tone same color as a tatto tot, Even other
homie) Getting on these dudes when Ia??m not in the mood, the jerk shoes you wear look like space jam shoes, clowns, why do little niggas always flip, Corey on the other
seein' her that My baby don't rock like that No, no, no My girl's a naughty girl but she ain't cheap And we both get nervous around each others heat
cursor does the words by the silence Hush, slow up before you blow ya clutch Hold my forty four wit lust an' then I'll take your soul like a Holy touch The tat
lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs Some buck that I roughed up way back Comin' back after all these years Rat-a-tat, tat, tat, tat
cause she so fine it will blow your mind she black and Pocahontas Laid back and blow that chronic Ass so fat wanna tat my logo on it so any other nigga
