beat was born Shocking the heart of the nation Sign of the times A new search in life Start of a new rock generation From day one to kingdom come I'
And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement
you plan to hit something (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad, yeah) (Bombs over Baghdad
his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin' how, everybody's chokin' now The clock's run out, times up, over, blaw! Snap, back to reality,
, stop actin' like savages No war, we should take time and think The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct But since the beginning of time it's been
, you're in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive Bring it back that old New York rap Bring it back that old New York rap Bring it back that old
bit embarrassing But I just noticed some tan lines On your shirt See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine Maybe even nine and a half in four beers time
because he knew that he was stoned and he asked if he could buy an ounce of the stuff that johnny owned. johnny said "devil just come on back if you
[Andy:] Oh, it's been a long time coming Two of the world's greatest America's Sweetheart, Ms. Reba McEntire (Yeah, yeah, how you doin', Andy?) We 'bout
me away Go on, be gone, and the point of view was made with the song And while they pop I'm ready to bomb, bomb, bomb I say the war shouldn't stop until
quick back to the safe If you wanna be killed try some stupid shit" And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell Trail to the back with
Krayzie: Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family. This is my family, my family. Layzie: Lord, help make up my mind. Which way do I turn
in town 'Cause I'm a 'Thug By Nature', strictly for the paper Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve I come with the ones, I come with the Thugs I come with
made this, gotta get mine wanna slip, it's about mine It's harder to get, I'm serious not playing that's the pay wits The streets have come back, real
up a long time ago Nigga what the fuck you talking 'bout? Mmm huu Shit nigga I'll tell you one thing Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
killed. Better get ready for combat. When we aim to bomb back, we usually contact. Heated heavily, buckin' steady, lay 'em all flat. Crawl back, you
We taping it up to the ceiling graded Time from time and again my niggas had ta warn All you enemies of mine I'm coming ta storm My niggas be storming