you Nickee Coco We were so sad when we thought we had lost you Nickee Coco now we're so happy because at last we found you we found you we love you
done Source Magazine, you're the first one You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just
a pageant queen. But I know you wish it was me You wish it was me (Don't cha?) Don't say yes, run away now I'll meet you when you're out Of the church
me tell you something, you whiny little snot There's something wrong with all you kids today You just don't appreciate all the things you've got We were
one night when they broke in with a special report About some devastating earthquake in Peru There were thirty thousand crushed to death, even more were
one is there to hear him sing I'd like to go to Cairo I'd like to go to Rome But traveling is just a bore If you are all alone sallysally@lyrics.ch
y'all If I see you 'round the way and you catch me in the hood Show me love, nigga, show me love little If I see you rollin' a spliff and you separate
You took a time bomb, and a case of crackers And you made a maelstrom of organic debris Then you took a work bench, and a rusty anvil And you polished
start, As the (f) organ played, we (c) stood there and prayed, Just (g7) me and my broken (c) heart. Oh, (g7) can't you see what you have (c) done, (
profession. (Let 'em know) You get the bull if you mess with the horns. You should told your homie, theres a lesson for em. (Tell ya boy) Be impressed
Hey yo, you know they're killers themselves Hey, hey, hey, 46 people die For them you know, guys that I fooled with Were killers themselves how you Want
, put you in that fucked up condition Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction Now you in a state of non-fiction Make you beg for mercy
(Organize) (Organize) Ex-slaves (Organize) You are nothin' but a ex-slave (Organize) You don't like to be told that (Organize) But what else are you? (Organize) You are ex-slaves you
to my homie djinji brown, diamond d, Black star, de la soul, Organized konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one. There's a whole lotta people out there
was handed 20 books, others were handed 20 year bids Still they wouldn't sell to your mother or your wife There was respect man, let me tell you 'bout
ran down by the seaside He was there teaching about false pride "You lied" she replied, "You lied You said you'd be there at seven o'clock, you lied"
fostered, a child, a monster His head looked crooked then shook and shattered You bastards, you hatched her, you hatched her So they have finally broken that pumping organ
he died for the flag What you done here Is put yourself between a bullet and a target And it won?t be long before You?re pulling yourself away What you
