change a thing Oh, you can soften the blow, but you can?t stop the sting And I?ve been going through changes I?ve been going through changes I?ve been going through changes
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is going to get you, Priest is going to get you Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to
from a distance Take a big fucking hit for every time that you witness Some fucking heartache and pain, going through hard times A mothafucka just like me
the Earth from a distance Take a big fucking hit for every time that you witness Some fucking heartache and pain, going through hard times A mothafucka just like me
from me, they didn't take it from me Take it from me We ain't never gonna change We ain't doin' nothin' wrong We ain't never gonna change So, shut your
change. We ain't doin' nothin' wrong. We ain't never gonna change so shut your mouth and play along. I thought about going in the army. I thought about going
rate I recall this sergean Nforming me and my "room-mates" of this rather deplorable fact the army didn't have any official, excuse me, didn
your money on my dick Girls, all eyes on my dick [charli] Yo, yo, yo Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm
dollar dream All of a sudden, niggas wanna do me in Don't make me get disgusted, or over your head is 10 Me and Baby shinin, on 750 C.B.R.'s Going to
keep you warm Just going through the normal changes Just seeing what summer's gonna briong If I had to do the whole thing over I wouldn't change a single
move with them: without sound, just words Left floating through the streets, and the ears: And the souls of the people who were with me: I was in them And they were in me
I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets Sky lights up like fireworks blind me Bullets whistlin' over my head remind me President Bush said
me Still on my p's and q's, then let a nigga kill me Be here fo' a minute, can't let a nigga steal me Bustin' heads:'Bout Dat, Duckin' Feds:I'm 'Bout
radio (Turn me on) We make ya trunk pump everytime the beat bump I'm your radio (Turn me on) State to state, we jumpin' through your soundwaves I'm your radio (Turn me
chances of stoppin me Lower than finding a newborn able to take sodomy calmly How do you adore me, strips some beef which informs me The fame or the army
is to be Watch me now now From we a youth we no stop seek the truth Inna Jah army we get recruit No must a rebel that And me nah tell no lie, we no
I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets Sky lights up like fireworks blind me Bullets, whistlin' over my head remind me President Bush
