in the house I'ma tell you what my crew is all about We like raw rhythm fusion, real rhyme producin' Songs for the world's men, women and children Armed
Jam Master Jay, Feaky Ty and Alliyah Big L and Left Eye, when we die we wish to see ya Can we please have a moment for children? Who got raped or murdered
been inspired My shit knocks environ---ments Of cats wit seventeen's tint, time is money The mind is funny, how it's spent on gettin it It's sittin wit descendants of Abraham Who say the jam
on Jam Master Jay, Freaky Ty and Alliyah Big L and Left Eye, when we die we wish to see ya Can we please have a moment for children? Who got raped or
been inspired My shit knocks environ---ments of cats wit seventeen's tint, time is money The mind is funny, how it's spent on gettin it It's sittin wit descendants of Abraham Who say the jam
your back Hoverin the projects, spotlight shinin bright On movin targets Infrared light at night on dark objects Harassin citizens who hasn't been charged yet Would you order a flock of pelicans to jam
to you, Gotta match for the cash, That's so much these days, Hand guns we praise, Packs of blunts we blaze, Where I'm from streets race, Children have
[Chorus] - repeat 2X + (Mary J. Blige ad lib crooning) [Interlude: Mary J. Blige] Souls are captured (souls are captured) Dreams are stolen (dreams
's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him You better believe him, killin niggaz dead for this dream By any means I'm deadin your team, destroyin your dreams
in the house I'm gonna tell you what my crew is all about We like raw rhythm fusion, real rhyme producin' songs for the world's men, women and children
't say shit about skillet If you got a spot movin sellin bricks I can feel it Done mapped it all out, done made some phone calls We all got big dreams
Yo it ain't just the music Group aspirations or ghetto illustions It's the product, east side, and all the beautiful children And unleashed dreams comin
it ain't just the music Group aspirations or ghetto illustions It's the product, east side, and all the beautiful children And unleashed dreams comin
s on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him You better believe him, killin niggaz dead for this dream By any means I'm deadin your team, destroyin your dreams