a pupil without a pass but gun Back in to pass but now in '91 B-ball wavin', pom-poms to cheers Screamin' for the team, who asks "Where do we go from
a crescent Us 'cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt Him that's my man with the asteroid belt They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle big He rocks
the pill) Nothing seems to ever cure your ill (Ho, this is the big pill) (Yeah, ho) Where do you get that funk from? (They go again, they go again) You
put it, you lucky I ain't "wretched" yet [Big Black - Mos Def] Yo, you fucked up in the game now It's Big Black, Mr. Chairman of the Mau Mau I hear the
why niggaz don't go to church now It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin messenger Let us move on [Bun B] Hey, Mr. Policeman, what do you say? I
to you know what To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair 'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there Now you know I ain't no ?, I got
like dat, now dig [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr
your idol, the highest title, numero uno I'm not a puerto rican or some black nigga who's peakin The lyrics are abundant, dirty fat blue beats are pungent And now
shit What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel him What you give, where you are Where you are, you wouldn
headed by a nigga Like big and small, short and tall Night and day and so on, some people are bashful Some people just love to get their flow on (They
turning, chronic keeps burning Street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street sermon, these niggas are
at last Look at your family behind the glass They look weird, they're sayin something Listen up, you've fucked up, you've fucked up Oooh they're laughin and they
inside, come my way This here is your fatal day You have lied, they have cried Now your life has been denied Look into the big mirror Your reflection
Keaton, N.W.C. fields I'ma die broke, no success When I'll, die I'll chocked up, jerkin off like Inxs Now wait, this is the place where stars are born
im breakin his legs Want an omelette we breakin some eggs Yup when the bomb hit they fittin to pay Smoking the bomblett they fittin to pass it or they
this Back with tight big shit Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit When they get lit up on they turf So move on with they
Back with tight big shit Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit When they get lit up on they turf So move on with they life
business [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] You ain't the only one with big wallets Got it, my shits brollic, dot it But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace Honest. Stealing +BIG