that we now live in How could I keep this Freedom I have from you? Salvation, it is yours to embrace I heard the words you said, we don't belong You
that we now live in. How could I keep this freedom I have from you. Salvation. It is yours to embrace. I heard the words you said. We don't belong. You
Translation: Figure Four. Who Belongs.
pick a plate Thinkin' I'ma fold under pressure, y'all wanna see me break Had these niggaz skating on ice, doing a figure eight Twelve getting strong
all by themselves - They don't? - No, silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature - Who
Finding out where you're going Where you belong All the while, I'll be right here Seems as though there's nothing to say But I've waken up The tide has
triggas The Southern playalistic pimp is up in this, bitch Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin' that wickedness See, one is for the money, two is for my niggaz who
my block to yo block, nigga The world belongs to who? The world belongs to us You can do what you wanna do What you gon do? Huh? What? The streets belong
Liz] Pop. [Annie] Six. [June] Squish. [Hunyak] Uh-Uh. [Velma] Cicero. [Mona] Lipschitz! [Roxie Hart] Who brings along them? [June] - What is to you. [Roxie Hart] - Who
Omen son, I won't run I never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan Craig Mack is like a loaded four-five Mothers get welfare, fathers won't survive Yo, who
ring all by themselves - They don't? - No, silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature - Who
"Who would believe someone thoought mad!" I have been trapped Inside these four walls There is no future for Those in this place My cries for mercy
The Southernplayalistic pimp is up in this bitch Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin that wickedness See one is for the money two is for my niggaz who
quilt pieces and we all figured she would finish them out and keep them for herself. But as only susie would do, she cut the makings of the quilt into four
ring all by themselves. (They don't?) No you silly boy. High, High in the dark bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is the creature?(Who
demons and devils and if so forgive me but now it's 2 wounded and 3 dead from shots to the head them racist mother fuckers bled [x24] [Chorus:] Red necks are the ones who
pick a plate Thinkin' I'ma fold under pressure, y'all wanna see me break Had these niggaz skating on ice, doing a figure eight Twelve getting strong in
green vine And if I listen to the TV then you can catch me chasin plenty chicks cause homie they fine But I DDT my mind put my flesh in the figure four
