on it Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on
is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise But on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone So if you say it's on then it's on Bang this in your whips
wit my niggas, smoke weed, watch a video and laugh Yo smacking bitches on the ass, yo anymore weed to pass? That's the next question - the next suggestion - it's where your rhyme
in the morn. all then its ouch I have a devils haircut in my mind That's why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes, I'm horny so don't ignore me if your
it aint no more Laws we break yo' shit we'll take Murder fo them bustas and hatas it aint no escape Rogue Dawg fo life! It's the beginin of the endin fo yo ass You broke ass
with the funky heterosexual You on the mic, and when you rhyme, I start to jerk off Let my dog lick you, German Shepard want to bust off I tell your
, here comes, the Gravediggaz Yeah, here comes, the Gravediggaz Pray for your mommy Pray for your mommy Pray for your mommy Pray for your mommy Pray for your
Oh sh-t (yeahh) Busta Rhymes (yeahh) on this Lil Wayne remix...sh-t is crazy right here (yeahh) Lets GO. [Busta Rhymes] Okay, here comes the great white
Thelma and Louise but on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone So if you say it's on then it's on Bang this in your whips Pack em call the roadie
shit the fuck up Slow your roll, like your legs was broken Who's jokin? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc? Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme
it on deck Live, vinyl, CD or cassette Whatever you select I keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck To represent
my shit be absurd I caught that ill vibe, Bust, word Tip? Yo, yo, word I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat Ain't nothin' sweet on
stepping to your (raggedy ass jetta) Put the pedal to the metal You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle as I (pass the bone, kicks your every
betta feel this bass, on tha real this fate, don't lease us in this clique, now. You wanna ride and die, because there's hatred in your eyes, I'd advise
the Fifth It ain't easy, seein' 'em wig-split up on the curb Pump my humps on 225, when I kick the rhyme That's five points on the Richter scale and a
for the cause I seen niggaz heads busted, someone pass the gauze This rhyme may affect the skull to a point And crash the membrane, so you should spark
ready fi di outcome Guard your windows, close your doors Fuck that, hide your pens and lock your jaws Dig that? My verbal skills should be against the
keep some drama on blast But I don't worry 'coz I'm quick to come and check that ass They're spine behind your face But meantime, they wanna take your