it ever go away? dying -- there's all these people dying i'm conscious of it every single day [chorus] who's gonna be the next to go? walking in a
Vertaling: By die wet. Volgende To Go.
will it ever go away? dying -- there's all these people dying i'm conscious of it every single day [chorus] who's gonna be the next to go? walking in
in the round, baby [Bridge] People always told me be careful what you do Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts She came and stood right by
to you by now, shouldn't I? Laying down a law that I live by Well, maybe next time I've got a thick tongue Brimming with the words that go unsung I
dominoes that falls down What they're really trying to do is shut off Our access to information itself If they can't do it by law They know there's other
, Public Enemy These stations have high intellect They don't pretend to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
oh goodie Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me I'm so raw yea I'm so raw Me I'm so ghetto I'm oh so hardcore I'm down by law this style
Good, then let's begin.... Each character is represented by a different instrument of the synthesized orchestra. For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played by
a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to be beatin' on and thrown in jail. But we can go toe to toe in the middle of the cell. Fuckin' with a nigga
Interpolated by Krayzie Bone and Layzie Bone [Sirens blaring.] Layzie: Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . . Krayzie: Surprise. You're
for a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to be beatin' on and thrown in jail. But we can go toe to toe in the middle of the cell. Fuckin' with a nigga
's my name, Meth, his name's Doc Just like urban See me in the gran' transportation splurgin' Drivin' with a turban who push a black suburban Come on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban Network law lay it down
It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down. [Xzibit] When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down,
you're gonna feel the wrath So don't get caught up in the aftermath Cause we're the funky mcs of the hip hop craze Our rhymes are done by law and are
third Bentley by the time I'm at 9 I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out" Ya damn right, I done sold out before and re-caught the same night Straight hopped the next
was ran right by me and my man Mike 'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight 'Cause we put the guns down and go one round With the
I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready
