[Hook]   We like those gangsta rhymes...   Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...   These rappers kill and thief...   A lot of times it's only make believe...      [Chuck D]   Once upon a time, not long ago   A rapper got shot, and no one knows   Who pulled the trigga on the kid and layed him in his grave   And after the prayers and the street parade   Shit got forgot, and now he's dead   And all the fans loved everything he said   So understand this, you don't wanna miss   Sex, drugs, and violence      [Hook]   We like those gangsta rhymes...   Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...   These rappers kill and thief...   A lot of times it's only make believe...      [KRS-One]   Ayo once upon a time in Jamaica, Queens   An icon gets shot and no one knew what it means   It was just another muder scene   But let's get on with the bling bling   Ching ching and half naked chicks that can't sing   Murder weapon, never found. Police, never around   The respect, the intellect, and the suspect all out of town   It's all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D makin our rounds, man   While they takin us down, man   We're takin you down. I got another new sound   It's really an old sound, but you know how me and Chuck get down   We got peace, love, unity, and having the fun   But you all want sex, drugs, violence 101   Here it is... Bam   Stop being a little boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man   Now you see the plan, from west to east   Instead of sex, drugs, and violence we got love, purpose, and peace   We be hurtin the least. We be workin, no seats   Bringing it to America like Geronimo and Cochise   Get that, but make sure when you spit rap   If you ain't really ready to die, yo, don't spit that!      [Hook]   We like those gangsta rhymes...   Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...   These rappers kill and thief...   A lot of times it's only make believe...      [Flavor Flav]   Once upon a time I was on Long Island   A man got shot and he wasn't smilin   He was bleedin from his guts, yo   A policeman was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo   Now when police light came on   When the man died, who was the blame on?   Wasn't me. Not you   I didn't kill nobody cuz my records don't do that   I make the records for the kids   Gangsta rap flippin people's kid's lids      [Hook]   We like those gangsta rhymes...   Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...   These rappers kill and thief...   A lot of times it's only make believe...