One time, yeah, yeah Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One god to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151,

We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh oh oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it (Raised on it)

Say yeah, yeah, yeah La fiesta la llevo en mis genes Yo soy la reina de los nenes Mi gente no se detiene, aquí nadie se quiere ir ¿Y dónde está mi gente? Mais fais bouger la tête Azul, are you with me Un, dos, tres, leggo' (Ay yeah, yeah, yeah)

She got that whole place glowing Way above the clouds in the sky singing I'm looking at an Angel And believe me when I say (glowing, glowing, glowing) And she's high in the sky singing Singing my song (yeah yeah), From dusk till dawn (yeah yeah)

Mother Superior jump the gun I need a fix 'cause I'm going down She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the

Yeah, livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherfuckers just cause Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was I

I be on the moon, by myself They say that they real but I can't tell That's why I got this Glocky by my belt If you try to stop me, won't end well Fuck up the scene, yeah, fuck up the scene, yeah Uzi wan' party he say he got bitches and I got the beans

Chained our love together, never took it slow We was undercover 'til it overflowed, over exposed And now we know, life on overload Don't we always make a show Of love, life on overload Must we make a spectacle of love? Yeah we used to flirt with freedom

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,

On day we’ll be free at last But one day we’ll be free at last Spread your wings and fly away Freedom come my way (Yeah) Long rifle and hand grenade The system make people ‘fraid Sufferation from Africa to India