you feel what you lie and steal, you're american, oh so american, you break what you thrill, what you tame and you kill, you're american, oh so american
the world they're fightin', it's not that far away Feel the darkness, can we change our ways? We line in the American zone Free of fear in our American
what you feel what you lie and steal, you're american, oh so american, you break what you thrill, what you tame and you kill, you're american, oh so american
the world they're fightin' It's not that far away feel the darkness Can we change our ways? [Chorus:] We line in the American zone Free of fear in our American
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
dreams, you don't know who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats A.I.D.S. I won't be satisfied until all my niggas get it, get it? Ain't
hustle Got glocks to show you this muscle Get the money, little nigga, don't struggle That's no bitch nigga that's the rules All my Cleveland niggas
nigga we joyriders and y'all ain't Bone B B O B the bad boy of the Bone I'll be thuggin' for eternal wanna test me it's on Now where my niggas at? Get
OF LOVE! THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GOTTA FIND YOURSELF A CRAZY KIND OF LOVE! THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GOTTA FIND YOURSELF A CRAZY KIND OF L-O-O-O-OVE!... You're out
L.A.D. I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar When it comes to robbery Nobody do it better Notorious L.A.
up a bag from my block, two O's the number Who can get swift with the microphone mist Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D My funk respect it, cosmic
't understand this nigga's mind set but still [Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli] [Black Thought] Yo, a revolution's what it's smelling like, it ain't
is, Bankhead C-Rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomats You don't like it? Kill ya''self nigga, let's go Late night, straight white fa' ya' base pipe No mo' quarter O
in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got blown
about that nigga Po? Murder cases, downin' faces, Manhat' low Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do' Lookin' gully in that Bent or that R O L L
' for odd jobs It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's I guess Babylon wasn't made for blacks now
