up with my nigga Sam Sam Picked me up, in the tan Lex Land Wanted breakfast down at Pan Pan's, what's your favorite dish? He ordered cheese eggs and
New assembly, new identity, remember me Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy Martin Remy, Jack D to, to allizy Yo, to Motif, Dom P, personal henny Have me hurt
poor can't afford Self genocide Help 'em aside He's on your side of the fight Yep, but unfortunatley Unproportionately out of order We have kaos Kaos to order
new world order is on its way" Well pass the popcorn please You don't mean to tell me No one here is going to get hurt When there's folks at home who
they, they are a-changin' Come senators, Congressmen Please heed the call Don't block at the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will
, listeners fret I can't take back that sixteen Shit the truth spoke, I gotta give the world true quotes Can you feel it? I know the truth hurts They
let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons How they grew to be men and father they sons Father they daughters, nigga, you left a fatherless daughter Never follow your orders
the session on lock down, make way for the cocked pound Best to give it all you got now fool, for this new era, new order New terror, new torture, run
times they are a-changin' Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt
[Intro] New York, Put it on the flo'. New York, Put it on the flo'. (What!) (C'mon) Cali, Put it on the flo'. Cali, Put it on the flo'. Miami, Put it
[Intro] New York, Put it on the flo'. New York, Put it on the flo'. (What!) (C'mon) Cali, Put it on the flo'. Cali, Put it on the flo'. Miami, Put
New York, put it on the floor New York, put it on the floor (What, c'mon) Cali, put it on the floor Cali, put it on the floor (Love don't cost a thing
A synthesis of collective existence A dialectic of the old order and the new world Demise; a fall of Absolutes Imminence; a choir of celestial flutes
Sons know their daughters Blood thicker than water If one had 50 cents They'd both have a quarter It only makes sense That destined love was in order
got the sawed off, fully in the Sean John hoodie Get fucked ya play pussy Haa, we hit em' up while dey ain't lookin' And tha body shots hurt but tha
nigga, you heard me? If you got somethin' to lose You gon' lose somethin' unless you do somethin' So you heard me? Gotta use what you've learned In order
the count of free.. One.. two.. free.. WHEEEEEE! (whoooooshhhhh) There goes mama, spwashin in the wa-ta No more fightin wit dad, no more restraining order No more step-da-da, no more new
