So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

Can you see me my love? Up there above when you were dying I was dying too, look for meaning in song But the meaning was gone 'cause I was crying I'll be there with you Right along with you if the heavens may break I hope for our sake that if they ever

They're trying to build a prison Another prison system For you and me I buy my crack, I smack my bitch Right here in Hollywood For you and me to live in Following the rights movements you clamped on with your iron fists Drugs became conveniently