say to me It's delightful, it's delicious, it's delectable, it's delirious It's dilemma, it's de limit, it's deluxe, it's de-lovely Time marches on
) Course, it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine, It's like "Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah" It's like that [
amends But your head's still spinning round The church of Jesus Christ You want to go to heaven Says it's time don't fuck around You see it isn't free
't try to fight the feeling of somethin' that's so organic You can't ignore it so don't just stand before it Just drop them panties to the floor, let's
decapitated Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head Then I'm have to take it And then after takin' that I'ma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin' It's
write these raps in the Lions' Den When I hear that you lyin', then? It's murder, she wrote, ain't no hope You go downhill, man, where's your slope?
associating with bitch niggaz I work overtime when it's time to go for mine Crab-ass rappers, don't even front 'cause ya'll know the time So it's time
find it, time is real, we can't rewind it Out of everybody I met, who told the truth? Time did We find kids speakin 'cause it's naturally in us But the
on these motherfuckers It's yo' turn to sic me on they ass Let's go! [Busta Rhymes] Every time that I marry the rhyme and the beat I go hairy and grind
'. [Chorus:] New breed, full blooded thoroughbreds. Organized, don't kill without the go-ahead. Wanna step to my crew? Go ahead. Once its on, wont stop
Of organized crime and if There's one thing i'm sure of, it's that Drugs destroy your mind and destroy Your home in the end it'll only lead our country
organize And we unite on the basis of (Organize) What we have in common (Organize) And what we have foremost (Organize) In common is that enemy (Organize) The white man (Organize) He's
, we get it poppin', them hammers go, the Spanish bro 'Crucial Conflict', I'm 'Do or Die' with the flow, yeah Joe Pesci in 'Casino', you know Poked him 40 times
The type of shit a young black man Gotta go through every day of his life Hard times to live in, wake up in the morning (Now it's my turn, listen)
like, recite, the hype And type, and write, with my Freak it 'fore the niggy night is done For Ricky-Run to get dumb and then some So while you're here, it's
we put it out With me going Sock it to me, honey Haha, hook it, boy Play that guitar Well, now I'm driving, the Cadillac's a city block long The Alabama
it's I would rather die before I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle till
recognize fucking wit the young keep 'em organized rest in peace, Donny, my soul cries, what? I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it Natural light up, light up, that's