the doors and shutting her down tomorrow I'm looking for America The land of the free and the home of the brave Seems like I just woke up one day
the underground, you need to win a Grammy for your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up you built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up
Yo shock man, people be comin' up to me sayin' Yo man, what's up with the underground man? You guys old school, new school R and B or hip-hop? What should
gear higher, the floor settle More metal for beef that we don't let the law settle I try to navigate the treacherous waters of America's ghettos that set up
Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma (And got right back) at it with a little black 'matic Lay you down craft-matic, then I
good luck, go get a clover This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is over [Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!) [Joe Budden] Look at ya man look
shoulders No wonder why my head down, I be thinking too hard And be smoking like a tail pipe and drinking too hard I decided to give it up and give
' or the paper they stackin' up You niggaz got the crack it up The only thing you sellin' is wolf chickens And we ain't buyin' 'em so pack it up 84's click, clack it up and down
gun fight bodies outside here Police best bet come with the riot gear Soldiers down to die here Move to America Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up
't move" Yo, I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped right up Heard a nigga say, "Don't move and give it up" At this point I'm shook turn around and I look Bang
four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough So much ice on, looks like
your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface that But your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down [Ghostface
walking through the darkness) Yeah c'mon ma, rock that sick that's right yo, look at?over there C'mon, c'mon we breakin' it down (Ooh no-o, they can'
of the candy man Look, now you caught up in the suction Rap Tight and my appetite destruction [Lethaface] Today's day, The bomb gets dropped on America
they cover the crash And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat me like a criminal Look, it is what it is
and tried to kill my ass And at last we got Kimmy, she went abroad Came back and broke up with me And so I ripped up all them letters that she sent me
curfew's (COME ON). Since when did dreadlocks become probable cause, totin' around a backpack become breakin the law. Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up
heat Now they know that they enemy don't look like me A, coincidence that we shit out of luck The consequence of coincidences all add up When you never