they so rich and we poor THAT'S WAR if you young and black you sell crack THAT'S WAR the White House is the rock house THAT'S WAR George Bush coming out
Kids running around naked fuckin' in the bushes Kids running around naked fuckin' in the bushes Kids running around naked fuckin' in the bushes Kids running around naked fuckin' in the bushes
at the revolution and Crooklyn, true We live in Brooklyn, baby We try to make it, baby We gonna make it, baby We live in Brooklyn, baby Another day, another dollar dead Pigs
So when you come on claimed on blue or red 'Cause these niggas will color your ass dead I gotta keep my tech 9 in the bushes Made more mail than the
so glamorous It's all a bunch of lies! Censored by the military, can't tell us all the truth. These controlled try to Brainwash Me And You! Bush sez
my word you?re in for a treat. Buckle up your belts now and hold on to your knickers at all costs as we welcome you to part 2 of pigs in a porn troth
Blessed be biotechnology Consequences unknown Money for the mega-companies Thank you for the "false" food Cool, that we can be your guinea-pigs [Chorus
The way I fell cracked the face of my watch My mans chantin' me on like "Run son! Don't go up in the spot" Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors
See nobody can't stop me betta watch me back out, Woke up in the county as soon as I passed out Bullet passed the pigs mo murda mo money let's mash out
really clumsy kid On the eighth day of eighth grade, I'll tell you what he did He tried to play some basketball went up for a dunk Landed in the bushes
Sometimes the creek flows, sometimes it won't Sometimes he's mean, he's got a gun When the ewes are lambing he's got pigs on the run Out in the lignum
caught a ricochet These motherfuckers was ill They didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes Shot the
duel in pools. Left voice (morrison, tucker) To rembrandt and oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the
in pools. Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) to Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the stand
course That's how it's suppose to be, just look more closely You probably not gonna like what you're gonna see I'm on the streets but still don't feel free What the pigs
Pigs with the heads of men, spat acid That lasered my third eye closed, like lasik A midget in a casket like a baby in a bonnet with a bottle and a basset
[Voice of Frank Carlucci discussing Donald Rumsfeld and Dick Cheny.] Pigs with the heads of men, spat acid That lasered my third eye closed, like LASIK
Roll in the Chevy Malibu I know they dig that In the secret compartment is where I hid that Try to avoid wherever I see the pigs at Forty-fo' and black
