RAB, ACTION, BIG DEAL When you're a Jet, You're the swingin'est thing: Little boy, you're a man; Little man, you're a king! ALL The Jets are in
And though your heart is out of reach I know that this world will make you colder So you're escaping down the road Into an outlaw world that only you
-I-Z-K-I-T Y'all know the time Y'all know the rhyme It ain't easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness And, you know, all that other madness We
will you marry me? Willie Deadwilder and Rebecca They want to live a life I wish I had a million dollars So we could throw it all away I wish I had
response from all the revolutionaries in this piece? (yeah!!) What up, 'cause of the way we think they want to incarcerate us They think time will break
devil let go of his pickle And out come my girl, there was her titties Flop-floppin'...all around the world She said "i got me three beers and
think I'm John Gotti Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari Like the black Liberace Diamonds cover Versace When The Game on, the whole world
no things are left Vibrations transcend space and time Pure at heart because I deal with the mind That's why I compose these verses Audible worlds,
ours somehow A little bit of fear, you know it goes a long way It's followed us around since we were little kids With just a little faith, well maybe
nobody Try to steal your fun 'Cause a little touch of lipstick Never hurt no one KAMILAH The future's got a million roads For you to choose But you'll walk a little
feast. chorus: There's plump little Polly, her name is Goldsworthy, There's John Coady's Kitty, and Mary Tibbo; There's Clara from Bruley, and young Martha Foley, But the nicest of all
died today Young pegi just died today And I guess nobody even knows the case But the way the story goes She just ran out of clothes No will this world
died today Young Pegi just died today And I guess nobody even knows the case But the way the story goes She just ran out of clothes No will this world
Oh the world will sing of an English King A thousand years from now And not because he passed some laws Or had that lofty brow While bonny good King
and all my work gets done Now, the job's finally over it's time to have fun And I'm hangin' out with Trevor there's a kid named John Got real drunker
and I will always care. Through weakness and strength, happiness and sorrow, for better, for worse, I will love you with every beat of my heart.) From
all real Said it's motherfucker locked in your spot Shot's will be dropped, right here, right now Paw, niggas all the way tugged down town Ride around
but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em,