I'm your furor I'm your furor baby What's your furor baby Feel the furor Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street Await the coming of the lord Hangin' round with them low down and dirty Bringing order from the boss What's the furor 'bout it all

Fly away, far away. He'd made up his mind, His boss said to him Pull yourself together, Sammy was low, Just watching the show, Over and over again. He knew it was time, To leave his dead life behind.

To get your head lumped in You keep flappin' those gums You don't know what it's like Like you the boss But just when I'm wrong 'Cause you don't want none U N to the D E A D You should check your chin Oh no you don't know what it's like

When you on top, niggas gon' hate on you Bring out the Brink's truck, I'm young, fly and iced up (icy) 100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ay) 10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ay)

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

I ain't gonna lie but baby, you get pretty wild, girl When you take it off, take it off When days turn to night, that's when you show your other side With all those freaky thoughts, freaky thoughts You bring out the animal I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm the

Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I plan the shots (huh) I call the calls (huh) We in this bitch It’s goin’ down Yeah, I'm the king Now where my mufuckin’ crown? Bitch I'm a boss (huh) If you a boss, you a boss

The way that you do Nobody rocks it the way that you do, You got style, Pop your collar, Cause you're all kinds of cool, You're legit, You're the boss, Even when the mic is off, Nobody rocks it,

Alive as you and me Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" says he Says Joe "I didn't die" It's there you find Joe Hill I dreamed, I saw Joe Hill last night "The copper bosses killed you, Joe" "They shot you Joe" says I "Takes more than

It's getting louder Sittin' here lonely like a broken man Sell my time and do the best I can I wasn't boss this around in me But I don't want your sympathy, yeah Oh baby, oh baby, I just need your tender lovin' To keep me sane in this burnin' oven When