WE MUST! WE MUST! WE MUST CHANGE OUR WAYS! I give a fuck about the world so why the fuck don't you? WE MUST! WE MUST! WE MUST CHANGE OUR WAYS! I give
We heard what happened man We heard some niggas ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up Don't worry - We know who
talking)* Really hasn't been brought up too clearly. The Luniz an Too $hort everything has been squashed. *(Too $hort talking)* Yeah we want everybody
and we ain't discussin shit we bustin clips, to makin 'em hurl bullets makin them bustas curl an I put that on the Mobb nigga we Mobb niggaz includin everywhere we
East muthafuckin' side 'Til' we die, nigga! Fuck all you punk ass niggaz! Any other punk ass nigga Who wanna take this beat We hit niggaz up like that We
take this beat 187 We hit niggaz up like that We bicoastal, nigga Cypress Hill family Niggaz better recognize We here to chastise Nigga, hoo bangin' That's how we
' we die, nigga! Fuck all you punk ass niggaz! Cube 187 Mack 10 187 Any other punk ass nigga Who wanna take this beat 187 We hit niggaz up like that We
You must be taking to much (E...) [Verse] Now what bothers me the most About hip-hop is we so close To picking up where we left off with Big and Pac We
witcha? He played them street games 'til the heat came Same nigga that be changin quick when they see brains We ride in streets with Mafia ties We pop up by surprise like we
ll bang the whole Knicks Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do you Crucial, blow rugers at who you with We bump heads while we out in the
us and tell us what's really goin' on [Verse Three: Mr. Shadow] Simon, we had some problems like a dose we had to squash it We're from the Mayhem Click
into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others We must
yeah, yeah (verse 3) Yeah, I think they with me mane, yeah, yeah, this is Kanasas City mane. the industry still punks that's why they real slum but when we
is what the industry would want I started down at the bottom, got with TOG and then it payed But I would've loved to been on the third verse of 'Renegade' They must
[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated Locc] Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a
whatchu gon' do When we hit them sticks And hit your block Like some maniac ridaz So sick and do shit to you Ripley's wouldn't believe We got some
Verse one: baby x-rated locc Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack
moms sweet old bitch we was chewing you was suckin your chico stick shoulda sent your fairy ass to military class now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad like we
