Lyrics:
me bite them wit' the bulldog made by design
Niggas gon' give me mines
And get in line for the torture
I swear, run any closer to air
My
, ah, run so
Said, I'm blind to you haters
See ya touch me room of creators
Me say me busy, love lately
Ask you how the world, ah, run so
When
crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty,
this blood,
That runs in the street,
Strange fruit still,
Hangs from the trees,
Blood on the leaves,
Blood on the leaves,
How do mandem,
Kill mandem,
down they can't stand it
They be like
Damn how that man handle that planet
And I tell em that
I got the world
I got the world
I got the world in my hands
it up
(Hey!) Pay close attention
Don't be distracted by invention
All the rappers around the nation
This is how you'll find redemption
So shut
run away from here
I won't run, won't run, won't run away
Won't run away from here
Too much, too much violence
Gonna save the world
So much, so much
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
I pulled up wit the beat knockin
Bad broad and she P-Poppin
Gettin money you got these problems
Cold world let the heat solve 'em
Can't be takin no
you feel like the whole world's pickin' on you
But deep down inside, you know it ain't true
You're in punishment
'Cause your mother wants
The world is being taken over by evil forces
cnd I don't really know how to
Stop it, yeah I don't really know how to
Pause it, yeah
The world is being taken
for
How many you niggas try for this? As the world turns
Murderin' methods, ha ha Outlaw!)
As the world keeps turnin' round and round
It's gon' be
Sorry mum don't blame me I ga no choice to fight back the devil by my self don't worry I ga backup
FUCK This World with the fucking people in it
I'm not
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
weh Beenie find again
A run di street an di lane an round di ben
World dance is di name an di title
Done by di deaf di blind even di cripple
But I
to get back
There's nothing in this world for me
There's no more places to be
Oh no
How to go
How to get back
How to go
How to get back
Ok I run it up
life, by the judicial system, (run nigga run)
by the white folks or even the black folks that think they white
(even the haters)
Martin Luther
it's 'bout to consume
Run away, run away, it is your doom
Run away, run away, it is your doom
I can see the fumes in the room
Fill up all the space, yeah
I'm gonna buy a boat and sail
And I'm gonna grab the world by the tail
And I'm gonna live and love and believe
No matter what tomorrow brings
of five year old girls engage in deliberate dietary restraint-
When we used to run our webcam studio, we know how sad men are because we saw it first hand
we gon' take yours
Harlem World uptown, baby, we make wars
Niggas wanna shout, I'ma make noise
Niggas run they mouth, I'ma break jaws
Mase is
a covenant I put on every tribe
Ain't nobody gon' tie your shoe
Nobody gon' abide by your rule
Nobody holding your gun
How come your tongue say
"killa" then
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
him born.
He got struck down by fever and it settled in his leg;
He loved the folks that wished him well as everybody did;
This world was lucky to see
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