I know you know All the tears behind my fears Once and for all Recognize the price I've paid I've been through it all The rise and the fall Once and for all
least to find Some sassiness Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly And I was discontent With the shit that life once
sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all Lights high! [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen English Frozen bling and throw-in singles Y'all
these bastards can't stop it (Hotness) I'm a profit for profit Once I decide to lock it Frontin on me is toxic Go prop on haters love songs and rock hits
chest and make your heart go flat All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't save ya when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya Once
and tea Nolans and Dolans and all the O'Gradys, courting the girls and dancing away Well the boys were merry and the girls all hearty dancing around
to a fraud Nah, it ain't happenin', nada to make it even Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown And all remember my nasal for
The town? And all that jazz And all that jazz I'm gonna * Rouge my knees And roll my * Stockings down And all that jazz And all that jazz Start the car
have some kind of food and drink Because sometimes you can't come back Like momma said, "If you need 5 cents don't ask for 3 Ask for 10, that's for sure
a kiss bring her alive? Once a farmer in the field Had to grow enough To feed his family Now they pay him for his yield Just to burn it down And throw
it in the club, in the spliff or in the blunt You can put it in the pipe and smoke it up all night What you hatin for I smoke with the spirit of Bob Marley
their union, and the landlords got their union And the finance men got their union But down south and out west On the cotton farms and working in the orchards and
's just the opposite... I'm fighting because I want A better America with better laws, And better homes and jobs and schools, And no more Jim Crow and
pop and top like Sean Paul, You may not want to, but you gon? hear it And we know you love farm boys like John Jarrett. Girls never fealt you, and still
these bastards can't stop it (Hot shit) I'm a profit for profit, once I decide to lock it Fuckin' with me is toxic Go prop on niggas love songs and rock
