[One.Be.Lo] Aiyyo my rhymes be the tightest like bones with arthritis (that's tight) Rockin with the S-U-B, that's why they like us These crews like computers
's marine he's eighteen and he's eager he can be quite mean No mock'ries for them no prayers or bells the demented choirs the wailing of shells
uncle's minibus, i guess i could be enclosing the porch. i could be applying for a job at the provident bank, or having my cuticles cut my asian women
t believe that it's true Until it happens to you, to you, to you 'Til that Sunday morning and you heard that callin' Gots to preach that sermon, choir
[Chorus] [KRS-One] One thing's for sure and believe it hurt It's when the pastor ain't sure, and deceives the church They don't know God's law, and
please give me the knowledge I want you, I want you (LL Cool J) See it's easy to detect a line that's been said What you don't know is your the women
new in you It's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home
it's war in Iraq, c'mon I never give up, I only give back I ain't preachin I'm just statin the facts So let the choir SING! [Chorus: singers] You can
Harsh voice:] Brother [Women's choir:] Release me [Harsh voice:] Father [Women's choir:] Won't see me [Harsh voice:] Brother [Women's choir:] Believe
of gold And I will show - I will show I will show you friend and foe Solo: Sascha/Sascha/Weiki/Sascha/Weiki/Markus [Women's choir *] [Not included in
seem Like a differant type of guy Did your own thing I gave it a try Then you [Natalie] Told me you were catching feelings Kind of unusual Normally you don't Let no women
I die I love women ... We all love women A woman's love can lift you up, and women can inspire I feel like buying flowers and hiring a celestial choir A choir
life is expirin Mainly through a choir then Neighbors inquirin, hearin shots firin Police sirens, been in car chases, I be in Scarface's tire and Snitches
tired of my homies getting killed And the pastor's saying that it's God's will Fuck the enemy, yo I don't love him That's why I cut for the motherfucking
, sweet love. To the women of Ghulu Choir, Take me higher, Oh fly me in. To the children of Mao Zedong, Take my arm, And walk me in. Oh, dancing Yeah, let's
today's marine He's eighteen and he's eager He can be quite mean No mock'ries for them No prayers or bells The demented choirs The wailing of shells