run right back in I?ll run right back in I?ll run right back in I?ll run right back in I?ve got plans mostly just to hang around Hoping for a hand-
the fire) I?ll just wait ?til you leave, then run right back in. I?ll run right back in, I?ll run right back in, I?ll run right back in. I?ve got plans
stop the fire) I?ll just wait ?til you leave, then run right back in. I?ll run right back in, I?ll run right back in, I?ll run right back in. I?ve got
through your back with kastro Oh you ain't scared? What the fuck you walkin so fast for? Is you with me or against me Don't run up on me and tempt me
I pop bottles for real with pop artists that kill I move to mill, my backyard is a field I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for real Go head
Underneath these soft fabrics Which I carefully select That stand in for how I used to feel, For how I remember feeling, For how I dream about feeling, For
on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped
you get a chance get that close Fuck an advance, cause I get that dough Beef with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast Guaranteed to eat this
can medicate the soul While takin' its toll, just for simply havin' The right record that could bring in the pull And this must be the right run y'all
like an avalanche Take a flick if you get a chance get that close Fuck an advance, 'cause I get that dough Beef with me, enemies come sleep with me for
m the one Part 6: Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew, The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you, Man this is for the
cleaned your strap Uh, huh, 'cos I puts in work Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama Colors and ganja like black auto totes for armor Millies
nigga, cause when it rain it starts pouring You a nigga sleep, like you snoring My niggas creep like they crawling Pray for you niggas, oh, lord, could you pray for
For them box bitten bing monsters, sniffin' that blow Block covers know the style, triple that dough Forty cal. for them cock suckers, sittin' back slow
fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped
your street yeah [Verse 3: Sparks] Its Young Sparks from the back block player, where the grams get slung When the back drop, where niggas bells get run
m the one [Part 6:] Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew, The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you, Man this is for the
sign into law the Civil Rights Act of 1964." - PRESIDENT LYNDON JOHNSON (He became President following the assassination of President John Kennedy. Civil rights was a major goal for
