[ghostface killah] Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one Peace to biggie, tupac, big l and big pun Havoc on the streets of staten, snitches House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern
Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's For those that murdered me shall stand before god To fall at the hands of fate, then out comes the rod
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, Bring it back, bring it back...
What the fuck is goin' on? I can't go to sleep Feds jumpin' out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep Babies with flies on the cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep
Ah-yo we deep in the stairs, we carry tear guns Wimpy got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot
Not knowin' fuckin' with me, you get your meat chopped You thought we fell on our face, you need to be stopped Call on the chariots, call on an ambulance You better smile my nigga, you on candid cam
Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls Nigga motherfuckin' and you, I even take which was yours I'm the nigga that made you man When your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand!
[Isaac Hayes] Don't kill your brother, let's love each other Don't get mad.. cause it ain't that bad Just be who you are.. you've come so far It's in your hands, just be a man Get the jelly out your spine! Cobwebs, out of your mind
[Rza] I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds Jesse watched, as they shot king on the balcony
They spat at Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark us With the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathers Ohh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin' Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in
America's watchin, blood stained ink blotches Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college What's the science? somebody? This is trick knowledge They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars
Walkin' through park hill, drunk as a fuck Lookin' around like, these devils, I'm ready to break this world down They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate And just, give me no time to relax, and use my mind to meditate
What should I do? grab a blunt or a brew? Grab a two-two and run out there and put this fuckin' violence in you? I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son.. I...
[Isaac Hayes - overlapping Rza at the end] You should be callin the shots instead The power is in your hands.. Stop all this cryin, and be a manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
