paroles de chanson Think Differently - Casual , Tragedy Khadafi , Wu-Tang , Vordul Mega
It
go;
gangsta-gangsta,
thug,
killa
I′m
the
black
panther
that
shot
the
drug
dealer
I
live
on
the
block,
where
dudes
bust
they
knocks
Ride
on
top
of
the
car,
they
crush
they
rocks
Niggaz
hot
in
my
fifths,
to
run
from
cops
See
I'm
a
nigga
too,
so
I
know
how
niggaz
do
Keep
it
real,
you
should
let
that
bullshit
silence
You
only
been
involved
in
domestic
violence
Nigga,
I
chase
rentals
with
Long
Islands
Catch
us
in
the
club,
doing
them
long,
wiling
The
microphone
marvelous,
this
Marvin
Haggler
It′s
so
obvious,
in
the
lobby,
suave
and
dressed
Where
the
party
is?
Round
trip,
flight
to
LaGuardia
Nobody
dodge,
when
we
walk
through
the
audience
Dolo,
with
more
dough
to
blow
though
For
sure
though,
slide
one
deep
in
a
four
door
I'm
poor
though,
catch
me
rocking
a
Lisa
Lobo
Bump
yo
ho,
I
want
more
to
the
boatload
Your
coat
can't
save
your
soul,
but
I′m
foe
It′s
written
in
gold,
hieroglyphic
Egyptian
scroll
Streets
I've
been
in,
from
the
beginning
I′m
a
legend
Never
flee
up
from
my
enemies,
shots
I'm
sending
Musical
martyr
like
John
Lennon,
from
the
beginning
Spit
with
a
vengeance,
semi-automatic
weapon
repping
Calm
stop,
warlock
like
David
Geffen
Blowin′
ox',
like
oxygen,
out
of
my
nostrils
Seen
brave
men,
fight
for
they
honor
and
even
die
Two
gorgeous
divas,
blowing
the
heaters
down
the
ride
To
the,
end
of
the
earth,
through
hell,
water
and
fire
Queens
Messiah,
camouflage
black
attire
Magnum
opus,
top
five,
dead
or
alive
The
feds
focus
my
militants,
swervin′
the
lotus
Mossberg
in
the
hostess,
I
write
it
then
release
it
Then
I,
bless
the
street,
giving
birth
to
soldiers
Rolls
gold,
King
Tut
piece,
flooded
with
boulders
I
praise
Allah,
make
this
a
lot,
facing
the
east
This
is
for
them
black
and
white
babies,
starving
to
eat,
Think
Differently
Poverty
stricken,
fried
chicken,
fly
rhyme
kicking
Blind
visions
from
the
mind's
wisdom,
in
this
crime
religion
Niggaz
listen,
what
I'm
spitting
is
hard
as
prison
Benches
in
the
trenches,
grym
intentions,
twin
Doberman
pinchers
Leather
trenches,
lead
drenches
for
brat
endless
Gats
eleven
inches,
ya
neck
slit
it,
your
head
spin
it
The
epidemic
was
spread
infinite,
so
once
the
thread
is
knitted
For
seven
digits,
it′s
just
business,
no
disrespect
intended
To
he
who
feel
offended,
a
beat
down
cannot
be
prevented
Big
hit
it,
the
game
I′m
deep
in
it,
until
my
Yankee
fitted
Switch
three,
be
hanging
niggaz,
squeeze
three
eighty
triggers
Used
to
fuck
my
babysitters,
now
I
whip
Mercedes-Benz'
I
stand
alone,
cause
I′m
grown,
for
me
to
crush
the
Walkman
Gang
lover
supporter,
of
any
sort,
when
I'm
New
York
Rollin′
for
dolo,
the
Willie
Bobo
gotta
go
bro
Word
to
JoMo,
the
kid
in
the
polo,
got
the
world
in
a
yo-yo
Your
happy
meal
skills
is
still,
no
frills
Cook
ckrills,
sign
deals,
when
you
see
me,
just
kneel
Or
rocking
mills,
your
hospital
bill
Blood
from
your
nostril
spill,
it's
not
looking
well
When
I
lick
off
shots,
the
hostages
yell
Chopper
fell
like
ox
tail,
your
optic′s
swell
Ninjas
with
blades,
raised
from
jungles
of
wolves
In
hoods,
where
hammers
bark
and
the
tennis
spark
Police
on
radar,
so
we
stay
fogged
up
Puffin'
blunts,
sippin'
Goose,
and
damage
God
Damn
it′s
hard,
but
still,
we
gettin′
by
like
rhino's
Ones
that
peel,
crucified
on
the
Earth,
for
guns
and
needles
Nine
inches,
hurt,
I
cause
stitches,
build
With
Gods
on
track,
suffering
visible
scars,
it′s
hard
to
relax
Ready
to
spaz,
no
weed,
thirst
for
cash,
times
moving
fast
We
like
cheaters
with
masks,
lighting
cheeba
and
hash
Tryin'
to
balance
the
steps,
screaming,
we
need
freedom
Tired
of
bleeding,
where
ego′s
let
out
of
evil
Town
is
of
death,
no
time
for
weakness
Higher
heights
to
reach,
advance
the
concrete
With
iron
feet...
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