in America, where ya placed on the totem pole I got soul 'cause I'm a black man, never sellin' crack and Track the police, the facts I release Go straight
you grew up and went to school with A be the same dude that cross you and try to get you hit 'Cause misery loves company and company loves misery And
up in the corner and watch me Let them motherfuckers have it Nelf Money talks and bullshit walks, I'm off to San Leandro For some glocks and techno chops and
shit again for these niggas Who didn't think Ken was bringin' work But now I got your eyes open, now, busta, stay alert Prefer to smoke that hitter Yeah, wig splitter, take two hits and
Tru, Hustlaz and Shiftaz. (We are tha soldiaz) Busta no need to be loved, and get tradaz, tryin to get murderis dealaz, tha trillaz, to peel ya, straight
alert Tattle tale rights They'll take your back and leave your shirt Like that jealous bitch Always wanting more The courts have made her rich And the
with radiation, alert The ozone layer is goin' to burst Someone uses another and then they both perish Death to the power of the sun, and they can't
some of y'all thirsty for it Straight runnin' y'all winnin' come down to the combat dog I'm a workaholic My smack touches every enemy within my clutches Black bringin' that ruckus And
, All the b-boys that are down with us, the b-girls, we have some dope B-girls, and you know, we got graf artists like East and Zero T, Its just straight
"Babylon, the great has fallen Has fallen and has become the habitation of devils And the home to every foul spirit And a cage of very unclean and hateful
money and is eviscerated while still alive. "Shut Your Mouth" More than just dissatisfaction with politics; we ask the politicians to shut up. No more lies, bigotry and
danger, death, destruction around every corner Another dead body and you wanna keep runnin' But even the day turns black All you can do is stay alert and
work (Uh huh) And put me on like you red alert 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia
they bury me and drop me quick, I'm getting sick Thinkin bout my so called enemies, til I explode Grab the motherfucking 45, it's lock and load And all
, nigga and real talk nigga Middlefingaz' a ridah, whoever killed off, nigga And I put that on Pat, Screw and Steve Young low bitch, I clap you and leave
brain So take a sip from the cup of death And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left Red alert! Red alert! Ason comin' straight
'd rather not alert them gnomes and federales, yet Keep the local random cases in each state Escape to the beaches for the season and be straight You
and polished and gleaming with charm I'll be courting again, chic and sporting again Which should cause several husband's alarm I'll hop down off the shelf and