Sex, Drugs & Violence

We like those gangsta rhymes...

Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...

These rappers kill and thief...

A lot of times it's only make believe...

Once upon a time, not long ago

A rapper got shot, and no one knows

Who pulled the trigga on the kid and layed him in his grave

And after the prayers and the street parade

Shit got forgot, and now he's dead

And all the fans loved everything he said

So understand this, you don't wanna miss

Sex, drugs, and violence

We like those gangsta rhymes...

Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...

These rappers kill and thief...

A lot of times it's only make believe...

Ayo once upon a time in Jamaica, Queens

An icon gets shot and no one knew what it means

It was just another muder scene

But let's get on with the bling bling

Ching ching and half naked chicks that can't sing

Murder weapon, never found. Police, never around

The respect, the intellect, and the suspect all out of town

It's all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D makin our rounds, man

While they takin us down, man

We're takin you down. I got another new sound

It's really an old sound, but you know how me and Chuck get down

We got peace, love, unity, and having the fun

But you all want sex, drugs, violence 101

Here it is... Bam

Stop being a little boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man

Now you see the plan, from west to east

Instead of sex, drugs, and violence we got love, purpose, and peace

We be hurtin the least. We be workin, no seats

Bringing it to America like Geronimo and Cochise

Get that, but make sure when you spit rap

If you ain't really ready to die, yo, don't spit that!

We like those gangsta rhymes...

Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...

These rappers kill and thief...

A lot of times it's only make believe...

Once upon a time I was on Long Island

A man got shot and he wasn't smilin

He was bleedin from his guts, yo

A policeman was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo

Now when police light came on

When the man died, who was the blame on?

Wasn't me. Not you

I didn't kill nobody cuz my records don't do that

I make the records for the kids

Gangsta rap flippin people's kid's lids

We like those gangsta rhymes...

Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds...

These rappers kill and thief...

A lot of times it's only make believe...