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B Noble

(R. Rinzler, B. Yellin, J. Herald) Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high, And the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread. I rode him

[Intro - Big B] Wish, I would've died for you baby I would've died for ya, Layzie I would've died for you, Krayzie But the Widow try to play me, play

a trip into eternity [futureman] secret fears we all try to hide lie dormant deep inside us defy the ghosts of long forgotten days here inside the mirror maze [B

lust An automatic B-boy krylon can't combust circuits Working these war picked cyphers with head striker stability and kamakazi chivalry I alone noble

[Young Noble: repeated throughout track x23] Fuck With Me! [Verse 1: Napolean] Baby-girl, you know you put it on me Shakin your ass in the quarter for

B-R.... Bahamas, plus Cuba L-A to V-A and even Vancouver [Young Noble] Hey yo.... I be the Young N-O... to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z And I'm

Still Ballin! (We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) (We love you nigga) Rap-A-Lot Mafia Life, eh 'Pac we Still Ballin! [Verse 3: Young Noble] We still

smile plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B

Marshall (Whachanoabout) W.E.B. DuBois (Whachanoabout) Carter G. Woodson (Whachanoabout) Nelson Mandela (Whachanoabout) If you really want to change the game Take a little time and study these names Elijah Muhammad (Whachanoabout) Noble