911 - Live In NYC;feat. D12
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on
There ain't no trouble in rock (rock)
On every block (block)
Late for School, late for Work
But ahead of these cops (cops)
My credit is shock, in the detinate box (box)
Quiet, It took my life and that's pathetic as Pac's (Pac's)
A waste of the talent, they pay the boys is just no where
Placed on the planet, inside a poisonous warfare
Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air
Shit arrogant apparent to punish people for their heritage
Nato barriers, hate embarrassed
There is the faith to cherish
In a pool face to face with the race awareness
A race to scare off the army bombin' your God is with you
Calm the war, we gotta start our pistol
Cause if you right and, know you right, then where's your ritious ways
Snatch your life, we sacrifice for many nights and days
Follow me into equality we might behave
And only christ can say the trife will reunite again
Oh, without a way sparing me home
Bearin' my bones, in the streets looks like straight in the cone
Stay at my zone, every now I stay in my zone
Everyday police is acting like straightenin' cones
Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans for beef
Spray at your peeps for christmas, give a key to my neice
Real nigga's feel us and fear us
Gorillaz beat on they chest when
Dangerous lyricist, I hope that you fear us
The spirit of Bugz is still in me
God bless it the trinity
Cause my bullets they come in three's like trilogy's
Put the knife away, missles away strike and blaze
So much smoke you can't tell the difference between night and day
Right away it blows your life away, so light your haze
Hold tight grenede's so when it blows I'm slightly grazed
Kuniva might be crazed unleashin' unlikely rage
The next time you hear a verse from me I might be caged
Ah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Yah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Every night I talk to a black hawk, shooting herion in bulks
Feel my body's not in charge
I'm crazy, masculines got me crazy
Rape this old lady, while the bitch was having a baby
And besides too, far fucking old
Can't decypher in, right from wrong
As I remain on my seat and keep calm
Rip back, here comes the bomb (Ahhh!)
I'm gettin' the fuck on, I'm aggrivated
I know I've ended in a place full of hatred
Treatin' my life like a sacred
Try to take me, I break your neck
Disrespect me you get injected
It's hectic when some bullshit happen
You least expected
But I just won't accept it nigga
I go ahead, lift my trigger
Get rid of bitches, pay you a visit, then get your shit lit
I'm a nitwit with a big dick, and big balls
I don't miss shit
I hit all, whoever that did this
We gonna getch'all
Ah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Yah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yoo
Sadam or Bin Laden
Thats been startin all this trouble for us
Creepin horrors doin show after show, (sleepin on the tour bus)
We lost Aaliyah, lost our families, it takes no Tenges
You dont need us to say the world is fucked up dawgs, we see it
Now it seems the public needs this shit to calm its kids
Cuz they findin out how you lied about your twisted sins
They say we bad for you but shit our music is your friend
They cant deter you from the truth cause we're the helping hand
What? What? What? (Come on, come on, come on)
Put your hands up, put your hands up
Put your hands up, put your hands up (right now, right now)
Put your hands up, everybody
We are one, and one is all
We are, we are one
And one is all
Ah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Yah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Ah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Yah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
What the fuck?
Thank you, and good night!
D12, Gorillaz
Dedicated to all americans lost on 911
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on
There ain't no trouble in rock (rock)
On every block (block)
Late for School, late for Work
But ahead of these cops (cops)
My credit is shock, in the detinate box (box)
Quiet, It took my life and that's pathetic as Pac's (Pac's)
A waste of the talent, they pay the boys is just no where
Placed on the planet, inside a poisonous warfare
Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air
Shit arrogant apparent to punish people for their heritage
Nato barriers, hate embarrassed
There is the faith to cherish
In a pool face to face with the race awareness
A race to scare off the army bombin' your God is with you
Calm the war, we gotta start our pistol
Cause if you right and, know you right, then where's your ritious ways
Snatch your life, we sacrifice for many nights and days
Follow me into equality we might behave
And only christ can say the trife will reunite again
Oh, without a way sparing me home
Bearin' my bones, in the streets looks like straight in the cone
Stay at my zone, every now I stay in my zone
Everyday police is acting like straightenin' cones
Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans for beef
Spray at your peeps for christmas, give a key to my neice
Real nigga's feel us and fear us
Gorillaz beat on they chest when
Dangerous lyricist, I hope that you fear us
The spirit of Bugz is still in me
God bless it the trinity
Cause my bullets they come in three's like trilogy's
Put the knife away, missles away strike and blaze
So much smoke you can't tell the difference between night and day
Right away it blows your life away, so light your haze
Hold tight grenede's so when it blows I'm slightly grazed
Kuniva might be crazed unleashin' unlikely rage
The next time you hear a verse from me I might be caged
Ah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Yah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Every night I talk to a black hawk, shooting herion in bulks
Feel my body's not in charge
I'm crazy, masculines got me crazy
Rape this old lady, while the bitch was having a baby
And besides too, far fucking old
Can't decypher in, right from wrong
As I remain on my seat and keep calm
Rip back, here comes the bomb (Ahhh!)
I'm gettin' the fuck on, I'm aggrivated
I know I've ended in a place full of hatred
Treatin' my life like a sacred
Try to take me, I break your neck
Disrespect me you get injected
It's hectic when some bullshit happen
You least expected
But I just won't accept it nigga
I go ahead, lift my trigger
Get rid of bitches, pay you a visit, then get your shit lit
I'm a nitwit with a big dick, and big balls
I don't miss shit
I hit all, whoever that did this
We gonna getch'all
Ah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Yah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yoo
Sadam or Bin Laden
Thats been startin all this trouble for us
Creepin horrors doin show after show, (sleepin on the tour bus)
We lost Aaliyah, lost our families, it takes no Tenges
You dont need us to say the world is fucked up dawgs, we see it
Now it seems the public needs this shit to calm its kids
Cuz they findin out how you lied about your twisted sins
They say we bad for you but shit our music is your friend
They cant deter you from the truth cause we're the helping hand
What? What? What? (Come on, come on, come on)
Put your hands up, put your hands up
Put your hands up, put your hands up (right now, right now)
Put your hands up, everybody
We are one, and one is all
We are, we are one
And one is all
Ah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Yah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Ah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
Yah-yay-ya-yayayayaya-ya ya
Ya-yayaya-yaya-ya-ya-ah
What the fuck?
Thank you, and good night!
D12, Gorillaz
Dedicated to all americans lost on 911
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Jamie Hewlett, Rufus Johnson, Von M Carlisle, De Shaun Dupree Holton, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter
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