the checks, next [Chorus x2] [Cham:] Bad man, the killer... gun low, Duc-Lo, I the conqueror Oh Mr. Buddha just a singa what ya seed say [Buddha Monk
[Intro: Buddha Monk] Ahh... what a drink (I wanna be loved by you) Chambermusik (let me get your undivided attention muthafucka) Mowie Kei (This is
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk] All my niggas, if you with me, with me, with me All my honeys, can we get it, get it, get it [Buddha Monk:] Where the mami'
tun! [Outro: Babyface Fensta] Yeah, big up 90's, big up all the people all over the world Brooklyn Zu, Buddha Monk, Q-Plex, all my peoples One love,
[Chorus: Politic] I'm trying to do me, get cheese and blow trees Travel seas, push the V and ride beats Blaze through Sac's, like I blaze through tracks
Buddha Monk] If you got no care for this, I'm gon' gun them, straight gun' him Think about it all the time, makes me wanna, straight slug him [Buddha
[performed by Politic] [Politic:] Tell me the truth, how could you blame me? I only came to be the man I am, cause the way the streets raised me It
[Mr. Tibbs:] Why you gotta go, home so soon Why you can't stay here, a little while longer I'm really liking your company Don't you know, I thought you
[Intro: Buddha Monk] Soundrome... Buddha Monk, huh? Wu-Tang... Brooklyn Zu This is hip hop in the making [Chorus x2: Buddha Monk] When I say hip hop
wife and the dyke But I'm forced to live in this life, young thugging it But no one cares until somebody takes my life, why's that? [Chorus] [Buddha Monk
[Buddha Monk:] Guess who's back at his best, armed for the war Bring ya best, it's new world order, Buddha Monk Glock in my hand, locked on every man
s burn through ya rug Ya feeling my love? [Chorus: Buddha Monk] Loving you, baby, it ain't a thing And do you, love the way I swing my thing [Buddha Monk
eat at [Chorus: Buddha Monk] Raise the roof, raise the roof Raise the roof, raise the roof Raise the roof, raise the roof Raise the roof, raise the roof [Buddha Monk
to me [Chorus x2: Buddha Monk] Brooklyn love to sling them stones Wherever we sling them rap, they get sold And when we high, all we have to do is Bust our chrome, well, well, well [Buddha Monk
[Buddha Monk:] It's I for sure, who leave blocks and bleed nots Don't need the cops, if need by, believe these rocks My team don't need evacuate cash
pharmacist Without the man handcuffed to me, I'm still a slave [Chorus x3: Buddha Monk] Way down beyonder, I'm going Way down beyonder, I'm going [Buddha Monk
Anytime a nigga get murdered on the scene It's strictly for the paper, that shit could kill, you know the deal I represent from Bedstuy to Brownsville Buddha Monk
[Two minutes of talking] [Buddha Monk:] Have you ever been, picked on, pushed on, spat at Walked over, left for dead by ya so called friends you broke
