(1-2-3-4!)
Twenty years have past,
come and gone so fast,
nothin's gettin
All the kids at another show
you hit the bottle and
When I look back on my life,
the wrongs and the
city of los angeles 2002
the scum fill the streets
and the
Its been four years and things have changed
But through it
get home from school
and walk through the door
so stressed from
let put aside the issues
that are tearin us apart
we got
you want to send me off to war
to fight and
Make it bang dun tight the noose
We can hang
We want the truth!
Another day passes by and it all
talkin trash on others thats all u ever do
youre
Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide Queens
That's right, Q U, nigga,
Huh, no doubt, yea, yea
CNN
CNN once again
Capone-N-Noreaga, shit is live,
Chorus: Havoc
Yo, parole violating fugitives on the run, son
Live by
[Nas]
Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Q.B. since 1933 (know dat)
To nine-six (nine-six
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