Would you just accept if we murdered your children? 50 young niggas sellin' crack for a livin' Single income and he tired of the feelin' "Momma, I'm a man," gotta show her that he meant it It's a cold ass world, gotta show 'em that he get it Watch a good

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt Turn around, stick it out Show the world you got a Make me come Show the world you got it Wine, go down, turn and flick it A girl like me know how fi handle oi wicked One bat, two balls, swing it like cricket Pull

I'd give it all up baby I'm falling (yeah) Trade in the world to show, I'm falling, Don't need the fame or money As long as I got you girl Oh oh oh yeah yeah Take that chance on love (yeah yeah) Now I can't predict what the future holds But I'll fight

Now, now, now, now Hands up for your colors Look how far we've come There's beauty in the unity we've found I'm ready, I'm ready We still got a long way But look how far we've come Show your true colors Saying "Oh, can't you taste the feeling, feeling"

You gotta stick to your guns Show the world that it's no cheap deal This is your life Young love is what you feel Young lovers fight But young love is right When your young love is real With a feeling so sure With a feeling so real When you know that

Guess I gotta show you Do I need to show you? And I will walk this road ahead And if you don't believe me now I'll flip the whole world upside down Do I really gotta show you now? Really, really, really, gotta show you now? Do I really gotta spell it

(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

We'll show you the world and we'll teach you a trade It's not a job, it's an adventure, oh yes sir, I got that Ah, but you never told me I'd get my ass shot at Oh, you'll meet lots of new friends and you're sure to get paid You never told me I'd get my

World Star before rap, you already know that So Fresh Prince, they are about to bring the show back Listening to Kilo, weekend cost a kilo Hair so long, I'm about to bring the fro back Phone call gotta say Moshi Moshi Girlfriend actin' all washy washy

And experience robs me of hope Without thinking of them I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them And his fist Cut the smoke I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke And in the car