Why do we have to cross Why are always crossing over somethin'? And the matter? They our music as long As can't see our faces? One, two, one, two, you got it
Runnin' the trenches, what? Runnin' the trenches, what? Runnin' through the It's the Patti Dooke, the Patti what? Runnin' the trenches, oh through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Runnin' the trenches, what? Runnin' through the trenches, Runnin' through the It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti through the trenches, oh Runnin' the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Just the other day I got a kit An M is a terrible to waste Caught the face the backs of the border of the mind state I play control to a
Nah, it ain't happenin', to make it even Robbin' and is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown And all remember my nasal for I frequencies Well, it in the year of '78
But it's '93 or I say '94? For my style is more I said, "Come in", in Come on, out into my reservoir
As I macks a man, your bastard style has just stuck By a with a 'Frigerator Lickin'' What if, about, why would? Never thought that the napalm would bust the
Mash it up, the one with the Mega mustache the beat, it Deep sheets, cover this hint Hostin' all threats but watch out Mr.
Jimmy and the Jet, on the pier I'm as the farmer Cultivatin' mate mendin', bendin' Compromising any of my styles to a smile
while you hear it, there's no pink in my slip I that the rhythm and the blues and the rap got me red While the from Tommy plant bridge crossin' to a larger community Yet soon to see I have a brother named Luck
A named Dres A groupie Cassandra caught bobbin' on the head Of a baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck sayin' Afrika and I when B's on the set
Runnin' the trenches, what? through the trenches, what? Runnin' the trenches the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what? Runnin' the trenches, oh through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Prevention against M.C.'s Prevention against M.C.'s against sucka M.C.'s And now, prevention sucka M.C.'s
We decided to change the cover a bit we see the big picture Negroes and white folks this album
Negroes and white folks this album Everybody's gonna know who group is We just felt that the picture as important As it was that we in crossing over
Cross ain't nuthin' but a double cross Once you our audience We never gon' get them He may even try to our sound
Let no man put Severin' the groups I never Cashin' all the on the mic I might cherry to the bush, brand Plug
Funk to the against hoods Bridges saggin' to woods under They can't be raised with the feminine In conjunction no chocolate in the mix
White boy, Roy, feel it But the first to try and it Dilute it, it, kill it I see him infiltratin' to the And when the leechin' I'ma shoot 'em all in asses
through the trenches, what? Runnin' through the trenches, through the trenches It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti through the trenches, oh Runnin' through the trenches, the Patti's Dooke
It might blow up but it go pop It blow up but it won't go pop It might blow up but it go pop It might up but it won't go pop
It blow up but it won't go pop It might up but it won't go pop It might blow up but it go pop It blow up but it won't go pop
I shed light and not skin, I ain't Europe Afro connects at the root of the retina of the Mums the word when ya blind, baby, to the fact
rest the Compton so I don't own a gat But respect is clear crystal Millie got a pistol And she's down me, wild, of most wild Born child to the old school legitimate
Talker of the paragraphs ago Walker of the broken calves ago Phantom of the phrase, black in ways 'Cause I see her through the trenches Comin' rent my style
I'm not the one to with I'm you out I'm just not the one to wit so check it
Y'all, know who I am, listen up, son to my man, Premier And better guard your trenches 'Cause we runnin' 'em
Do it, fluid, mess up my Do it, fluid, up my mind Do it, fluid, mess up my Do it, fluid, mess up my Do it, fluid, up my mind
Tell me How come they cross over to us? I never seen five niggas on Presley album cover