the home of the brave Late twentieth century with 'Generation X' Never has there been a group more patrioic-less As the bells of freedom ring in the name of liberty
own) THEY JUST GIVE US THIS SHIT ON LOAN, KICK IT "A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!" "Do, do, you know dis kid?" LONZO! (repeat 4X) LONZO! Ahahaha, what
won't hit the floor Never And I'm still standing, standing, standing, standing I'm still standing, standing, standing, standing (Ad-libs) I'm not gonna give up, never
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's Right there up
m the new Sinatra, and... since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's right there up
seems like another life Another roll with some other dice Another ho or a loving wife People come and go some really you never know Intellectual midgets that really never
before I feel pity to give a guy liberty Seen him, his pants shitty and eyes all glittery I'll die a rich man before the FBI figure me 40 stories up,
pity to give a guy liberty Seat of his pants shitty and eyes all glittery I'll die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me 40 storeys up inside a high-
down like this now, hold tight, all crew... LISTEN! This voice shatters the calm of the day like an alarm so wake up bright anew; and take up arms '
far if you loyal And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
that's a handsome lil' son of a bitch A nigga like.. me.. never get tired You lookin' for a Hot Boy, girl, I got that fire [Chorus4x [Juvenile]] Shit
feel pity to give a guy liberty Seat of his pants shitty and eyes all glittery I'll die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me 40 storeys up inside a
to sell this shit my nigga I'm stuck my people roll they window up and then they hit and they locked its fucked up but thats the way it is down here
sweat this Check it out and ya' don't quit Verse 1: And many brothers know me for what? My bag of bitches But I'm also known for giving stitches A buck
't givin in now and I won't give in never Alcohol takes lives, but pot no one dies. I ain't givin in now and I won't give in never. Alcohol takes lives
gone it So quivery, they freeze at that moment No liberty for [?] pretend is that [?] Guess what! Give it up cause' I never let you down [x4] [Tech