Fresh Prince Be on the lookout (Let, lets go) Someone has stolen another D.J. Get on the case immediately Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go
' the facts On that I 9-5 swirvin' to a town near you My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home And papi
Yo, yo, yo hit 'em Kris What mean the world to me? H I P H O P And S I M, O N E and G O D, I stay low key I go down to Hell, and slap up Satan Then
t the one) They get the boooo-oo-o-o-one I busted out through the front door and booked down the block The neighbors joined the chase, someone's shootin
real but what's right? Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper Fear the reaper that no man born
, I get scrilla man I'm for'rilla man, yeah it's killa Cam Uhhh... DIPSET BITCH! [Chorus] - overlaps the end of Cam's verse [Dame Dash] What y'all thought
niggas What...all my niggas Uhh, my Nrooklyn niggas Uhh wha, my Uptown niggas Uhh wha, my Junior niggas Uhh, yo yo yo yo Verse One: Lil' Cease There's
Rocafella's the army kid Your digits ain't rising fam, it's like you're lactose and tolerant We got fridges for the Taliban load attire man Betta keep
s, backwoods and spinage That's haze for you dudes who don't get it I smoke silver and strawberry Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary I keep one
you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang And we can get in the street and throw them thangs Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah
.I.P. that means the number's not listed Membership is based on clout and how you carry yourself Now, homie what you all about? I stack paper and kick it with the O.G's
the Deep Waters, remember Humbaba, Lord of the Forest, remember From the Sweet Bitter all that is came Creation of man and their gods But man, fashioning
of Satan fast as a child rapist facin' Life or trifle, Henny has made me in waitin' they gon' lock me up under the basement I'm a one man army, marine
Sit by my window and look outside Wonder why a sun don't shine on me What's wrong with you, you stupid child? Don't you think that I'm the one you're
consumer who got blessed Single out ya army til' there's no man left Man down (Man down, down, down, down) Man down (Man down, down, down, down) Man down (Man
I just have to say you my nigga, understand? It don't get no realer than this, man Let's slow the fuck down You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man
Moans for you Biko died in chains all are moaning Moans for you Yeh eh eh eh..... Biko, O, O, O Steve Biko died still in chains Biko, O, O, O Steve Biko
U FUCK WITH FIRE AND THAT IS FUCKING DANGEREOURST THIS IS A ARMY FROM ELLEWOOD THAT DON'T PLAY NO GAMES WE CHANGE WEATHER LIKE BIRD MAN AND LIL'WIZZIE IN THE SUMMER IT'S