Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Warsaw city at war 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the

Women, beautiful women (Y-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Women, God-given women The reason we're livin' And lovin' this life, hallelujah We're all better off with 'em Oh (oh), so (so) beautiful

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they

I swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth They torture all the women and children Then they've put the men to the gun 'cause across the human frontier Freedom's always on the run Guns guns a-shaking in terror

I'll kiss all the women Get punched in the head I'll drink 'til it's empty Stay out 'til it's late You could offer the world, baby I'll wake up at midday and marry my bed But I'll take this instead Everybody's got somebody Yeah, yeah, yeah

Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows All I wanted was a new Mercedes Women love me but the niggas hate it But how can I lose when I came from the bottom? Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it Bending off the corner

Put your hand inna the air and just big up Gal if you're fat and you're buff, I know your comfort Well put your hand inna the air and just big up Gal if you're fat and you're buff and you're buffer or dapper Big up, big up All of the women them big up,

Women, beautiful women (Y-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Women, God-given women The reason we're livin' And lovin' this life, hallelujah We're all better off with 'em Oh (oh), so (so) beautiful

And now I got a taste of my own medicine All this shit that I do to women It may be crazy, we all suckers for somethin' Oh yeah, yeah, yeah We all suckers for somethin', yeah We all suckers for somethin', oh And if you feel the way I feel, you might fuck

Ya know what I mean Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Let me tell ya a little something, Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women Ya know what I'm sayin' One of them real crazy, just sexy