Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Them cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers There's
the RULE God only looks after children and foo's And you not so who gon' look after you It's RULE baby [Vita:] True baby It's only for you baby
on me like the Rule God only looks after children and foo's And you not so who gon' look after you It's Rule baby True baby, it's only for you baby
it And if it's comin or gunnin just considered it's spitted So when you gone fo' a minute, I just fantasize Like if it's you that's all in it, then I
it And if it's comin or gunnin Just considered it's spitted So when you gone for a minute I just fantasize Like if it's you that's all in it Then I'
more like man's best friend Yo, I never knew that I would write this like But if my Father's the light than I inherit brightness We all people, black,
see my son and moms But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines And at night, praying to God
born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on If the building's boarded up and the children of the corn -er Liquor Store don'
and instigate it And they can't save the planet Or the children or the bandits Or themselves god damn it I'm just a man that loved rap So much in fact
s innocent children being slain. And I'm feeling their pain and their bloodshed How many more will end up dead? My brother Mohhamed cant get through customs. Harrased and spit
born dead Destination heaven, sittin' politic with passengers from nine eleven The Lord's blessin's leave me lyrically inclined Shit, I ain't even got to try to shine God's
dead destination heaven Sittin' politic with passengers from nine eleven The Lord's blessin's leave me lyrically inclined Shit I ain't even got to try to shine God's
wonder why minorities be trippin' we ain't having it Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back Once I hit the mat niggaz will never get this shit back Spit
why minorities be trippin' We ain't havin' it Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back Once I hit the mat, niggaz will never get this shit back Spit
on the floor Let's explore, whoever's quick on the draw is the law The fuck you set these rules for it's the streets My code is the heat plus we all gotta
you blessed Jah knows best Jah knows best Jah knows best, yeah Little children you blessed Children you blessed Children you blessed, yeah All these
the father and the son and the holy spirit all of it wise That's why [Outro: Bizzy Bone] Holla back, one true God I want you to spit it just like that
time as we do it like this, yeah Grand Puba, common sense Yeah, yeah, yeah It's all love y'all, it's all love y'all It's all love y'all, what you say