she's caught, go see your daddy for child support Your complex it got your mind inside a group home I got you puttin that suit on Fuck them crabs you
took my chances on the underground Subway station, wall to wall people I couldn't squeeze onto a train In desperation, I looked for a taxi But oh, the searching was in vain
world men Blinded by technology Using the Lord's words For their own material needs Stealing the goods From the faithful ones Evangelists in suits Dominating
with a thousand groans The tank was filled with lager beer The devil himself was engineer The passengers were a mixed up crew Churchman in his battered suit
of an infant crying People stand and stare at the door They dare not go in Where a child lies sobbing beside a lifeless body Trying in vain to awaken
Word to will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame Respect
up, all nines and up And I better make my choice, the nights windin enough Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough Dressed in black, black suit and my
that all those were in vain Sometimes these things are hard We line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes In our finest formal dresses yeah, proper suits
, ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez Yeah, yeah, Gipp keep it double loco Met up in Cafe Intermezzo for some late night pastry Conversation hasty 'cuz I was ready to dip Sweat suit
us breathin' and thinkin' that we know it all Walkin' like we are the righteous forgettin' man's fall Caused pain in the womb and still men labor in vain
may be taken or be kept No property be granted, nor no bride No maiden may be stolen while she slept Nor robbed of her freedom to decide What suits her
(lead vocals by Mazarati) I got real bored on a friday night, I couldn't find a damn thing to do. So I pulled out a suit about the same color as my BMW
Hide from the public eye, choose to appear when it suits you Claim you're just, killing women and children Fight, when you choose to fight, hide in a
starvin' days, runnin' up in Dr. J's Rock away, so the mega trades, diggin', pockin' days Yo, the aids wasn't in, calm braids all trimmed Army suits
You will fight only to survive. Raise your steels and pride!" Harold said before the last command Tragic hail. Innocent blood in vain Soldiers drew
'est ma clope, mon chit, ma dose, ma weed, ma coke, mon speed, mon crak, ma musique tous les apres- midi, je reprends une tasse tout de suite je fais
au dehors. Le chiens hurlent a la mort. Alors, parmi tous ces bruits, Une plainte monte, monte... Une plainte qui raconte l'histoire d'amour qui suit