emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Don't stop believin' Hold on to that feelin' Streetlight people Don't stop believin' Hold on Streetlight people Don't stop believin
find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Don't stop believin' Hold on to that feelin' Streetlight people Don't stop believin' Hold on Streetlight people Don't stop believin
control, now I call orders It's no fun fleeing under the gun 'Cause they got me public enemy, number one One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one
a maniac So now you're a goner Don't ever step up in my face 'Cause stupid bitch, you'll get served Get on my dick, and stop steppin' I'm startin to
Ain't no tellin' what this life bound to bring One day ya here, the next day ya gone That's why I try to live right Don't wanna live wrong Ain't no guarantee
, mind full of schemes, '95 until keep it real get the cream, (Yeah) It don't stop, What the fuck, Fuck around and get dropped, it don't stop, Know what
number three Cause ain't nobody bad like me It's the, it's the rizzapper You wanna c-c-c-clack, what? Yeah fool, run up Non-believers who didn't believe
think I'm playin' when I say it I do take pills, don't do speed Don't do crack, don't do coke, I do smoke weed Don't do smack, I do do shrooms Do drink
warning till my album drop One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood Blood, blood, blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one
living on the run because i'm Public Enemy number one Chorus (singing with beat scratching in the background) one, one, one one, one, one, one one, one, one
on my shit; ain't shit you can teach me; I'm young but not dumb, you ain't from where i'm from, you don't feel how I feel, you ain't real how i'm real
chains, poppin' the same And I won't stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my game In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud Non-believers wonder
lies My man positive intelligent and wise I don't suck energy son, I energize This is dedicated to make it live, bring it back Some just lost, they floss they don't
We don't stop for nutin, we stay on the grind Every Wednesday, catch us on Shade 45 Every Thursday, catch us on live Hot 9 You can call me, my number
to the sound of the gun shots Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop Block party departed, somebody got bodied Right before I snatch this little number
number one You went downtown and got him a gun Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me Don't shoot shoot shoot that thing at me You know, you got my sympathy But don
