we got here, I been in places that you never been, colored money, --- Netherlands, I get around like a ceiling fan, I need my chips with dip or meet my pistol grip, 'Cause if I
cocaine to us and my brains to dust I represent you up there so I try Long as I leave my enemy bust vicinity crushed I don't really give a fuck if I
hiding space Nineteen thousand white gamma rays bomb the place Blowin' off the face of men rippin' the skin 'Cause we are the soldiers of the world again and again
're fast when I seen (seen) fake ass OG's (OG'S). I'm ridin me (ridin me), Mo Thug is where I be, I'm down again So put'em up, best ah cock dem pistols
Bone] And when I see-ee, I see-eeeeee I am what I am, no adultery When I see-ee, I see-eeeeee I am what I am, what I am, what I am, what I am No adulteryyyyy
' your girl And like, you ain't got a friend in the world I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun And I'm down for smokin' blunts to
up, put me down again Just when I was on my feet I get stoned every day My best friend he gone and went away It's her debt And I've got to face it alone
think that I'm mistaken I wouldn't want to overstate my case But while I'm the one bringing home the bacon I've got a right to be heard around this place
i looked up i remembered what you said i'm crying because i love you i know that things must change i can't be there when you leave what if you're afraid
I'm fly, you know, I'm fly Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly I
I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun And I dress to at Ya see I got more clothes Than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got
s evil horns I keep performing for the poets and philosophers But they don't know I was insane before and became popular I lose something every time I leave
let the record spin Paparazzi all over again, times ten Like thee original sin I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti I
your gun where I?m from the 3rd world son Been to many places but I?m 3rd world born Guerrillas hit and run where I?m from the 3rd world son You polluted
it again, you got two booties So you whippin' yo chin and I don't blame you I lay in da sand Ya'll lay in da snow and make angels My ice piece dangle
I leave behind I wanna be free again and fly away To the place where love is and there's no pain Now I cross my heart and I hope to fly In the sky so
your side trying to find away (trying to find away) to different places different places best believe that I ??.. I'll never ever leave you (yeaa) can't see the day that I
STRUGGLE In pool of blood I965 But wait - nobody don't leave? Is only we Rasta. Yes I I and I was not born rich nor poor. I and I was born naked. You