When we go to trial, nobody is gonna care a lick what your defense is unless they care about you. So first thing we gotta do is work up some sympathy
Check it on the one, you Com is gonna come Check it on the one, you Com is gonna come Check it on the one, you Com is gonna come And check it out, ha
LOVE SO TELL ME WHAT CAN BE GAINED BY FUSSING AND FIGHTING THE ANSWER IS LEFT UP TO US I THINK IT'S TIME WE LEARNED, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH OH, WE SHOULD
in the woods Woody woodpecker would if he could But I didn't want to pass it up To the next man had my walkman bumpin' on The fifty yard line and my
my God) That's right, baby, I run the yard Got the bass for your bottom, if you feel it in your butt Do your dance and I tell you what When this party is
between my thighs Baby open up cell block eight, alright nigga that's enough Stop, look and listen, get back to your position Kim got your dick hard start fights in the yard
doorway where I stand, I see the outlaws three Worried none because they know, the town's not helpin' me From a hundred yards away, I try a lucky shot Luck is
just another grave yard And there's not too many people left alive This is the toughest, are you tough enough? This is the toughest, are you rough enough? This is
St. Louis And fam that's in Philadelphia standing in this confusion We brothers in love with the lover who loved us enough to embrace us The least we can do is
know whether you fell trying to escape or whether you was pushed off but whatever they did it was enough to get you more than shook up, all i know is
running water getting caught in the rip tide Cars out of order, man I thought I could hitchhike Sporting a chainsaw for I'm avoiding a fist fight The
ohh! Jailer.. open up.. cell, block, eight {*sexual sounds*} Alright nigga, that's enough Stop, look and listen; get back to your position Kim got your dick hard, startin fights in the yard
[Intro] Check it on the one, yo Com is gonna come {*repeat 3X*} And check it out, ha [Verse 1] My raps do laps around tracks and adapt to any environment
gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright sell your dope make your money every night Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
only have time for love so tell me what can be gained by fussing and fighting the answer is left up to us I think it's time we learned, enough is enough
saw the flashlights singing this song like [Chorus: x2] Run, run, run these yards Run, run, run don't get caught Run, run, run every piece understood It wasn't fast enough
rap They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat Murdered and gone, nigga it's a medical fact [Hook x2: Havoc] Hold up, this is for my gangsta