Lyrics:
(Oww) 'Cuz I see the man I want
I want him right away (Ahh)
I'm look him right in his face
And say dance with me
This is for my people, my party people
I saw your girl by MC New York slick D
Copyright, all rights reserved boy!
In eighty-eight
Ayy yo, don't want to diss you
but your girl's a freak
and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By Sinatra, so high, so high, oh my, God damn
Now I'm a grown man, oh man
With the fuckin' habits of a the plan
I know,
The ones who tax us, the masses, they are us
The sheep, the people, divided in classes
I go off like a shia bomb and all y'all see I'm on my
War paint
the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself, I'm on my own
But homes I could set the tone myself
And make the track that I could rap on myself
I wrote
will go by
And I'll just be a statistic
Another man gunned down by the opposition
But they say that I'm trippin' when
I pull my gun to protect
Too many
people
Between 35th and Main
Yeah, that's where a blind man's seen my woman
People, a dumb man called her name
Well, all right
Well, all right
He
people
Between 35th and Main
Yeah, that's where a blind man's seen my woman
People, a dumb man called her name
Well, all right
Well, all right
He
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
from the cathedral
What I should be
So take my lies
And take my time
'Cause all the others want to take my life
And I watch, with an intent, basic
their size
This is how it has been
Judged by the color of skin
As I look all around, I hear this sound that people try to surround
But reality is what it
Trying to figure out why people so fake
Make no mistake, man
Real is a wasteland
And I'm all alone
Sitting back thinking after every puff I take
Trying
just say it isn't so
You're really so nice! Right, Bro?"
No, I'm a bad man
I'm a very bad man (Hah, ha)
I'm a very very bad bad man
And all my people see
Choke you man, rabid wolverine hold
My habit is like gold member
Control you with my odd scepter
New Lord and savior
Rapping eating a starburst, reds
much to my
Beautiful, loyal, amazing fans
You are so filled with talent and joy
I’m so glad all the time
That’s a very little monster in there points
Fan
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
all my biggest fans
And these shades made by Gucci, not Ray-Ban
Ayy, made man, I'm a made man
We made man, a made man
Self-made man, get it made, man
CHORUS
Ya don't stop
To my people in the front
Ya don't stop
To my people in the rear
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't stop
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
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the woods by a fire in the night
Drinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar
Them playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White
You in the marketplace in
Studied, elevate
People work my nerves
Like every single day
Fightin all these battles
I think ima give him Praise
Lookn where I started
I done came along
brudda, this my house
That's my laptop, that's my sound
That's my people, that's my crowd
That's my kingdom, that's my crown
Look, one phone call, man
still feel alone
Man, I still feel alone
I got people all around me
And I still feel alone
Man, I still feel alone
I got people all around me
And I still
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