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Public Enemy Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age

a rhyme through the rough and crazy times You call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her They don't hear me though, so here I go I'm sick and tired

Ridenhour - walford Huffed and he puffed Huffed and he puffed Blew tha house down Now how dat sound Never no never Give up gotta gotta live up To my

ocean of sharks and a back full a hack marks They say I'm fallin' off, yeah, they better call it off And get muscle and find another hustle quick Sick

Norman, ooh, ooh, ooh Norman, hmm, hmm, hmm Norman, Norman, my love Jimmy called me on the phone but I was gone, not at home 'Cuz I was out parked all

Little piece of my heart like Janis, no Joplin But pure hip hoppin' as they try to ban us Crazy flight time, no jacket or ticket Wilson Picket had soul

Pudim Are you ready? Uptown, on the corner, uptown Uptown on the corner, uptown I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who's goin to

: Talkin dat drive by shit Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit Talkin dat drive by thang Everybody talking dat gangsta swang Slaves to the rhythm

: Whole lotta love goin on In da middle of what? Say what? What's goin on? I leave em home alone Dey turned into danger zones Studio shootouts

: Let me hear you say... I ain't mad at all Bought a fat jam to make you flip the script Don't want to sleep and misbehave Understand what I'm saying