Good goodbye (Don't you come back no more) So say goodbye and hit the road Pack it up and disappear You better have some place to go 'Cause you can't come back around here Live from the rhythm, it's Something wild, venomous Enemies trying to read me

A next man have you gal when you missing Yo frata (back to life) me wa go (back to reality) Me wa go (back to reality) Listen, you can get pum pum a prison Stay far from war that a coppa And led you can't get head when you dead. The food a shit, bed

We walk through war in the halls Of dead protocols We came so close, demands were met That's when the rug was ripped out from under our feet A vicious crime, cold betrayal and deceit. Then reality hits you like a stab in the back Like a slap in the face,

Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America

Hit it hard from the back Roll around on the front I know you've heard a lot of tracks But 12 Play is what you want Just let me call the studio Then we can go all night Girl I hope you can hang Cause I'm horny as hell tonight

Notorious and shit I wouldn't trade it for the world I'm infamous but damn you can't help but love this shit Leave it to me from here We're back again, you know we're not fucking around Got a bottle of jack in our hands You trying keep up kid? Let's see

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

I love it when you cry The tears bring out your eyes Hit it from the back do me like that There's something to say 'Bout feeling no pain It's sexy when you're joking of It shows that you're alive Uh, the tears bring out your eyes Feels like you're a

Looking for fun Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say

Y'all really can't fuck with us When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man! (Dammit man!) (Fuck with us, what) (Fuck With Us, What) Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man When I hit 'em from the back