in every burrough Nobody's stoppin' me because I'm thorough Rhymes I make give me real estate for me to own Where ever I bless a microphone Double O
It's a must that I bust any mic you're hand to me It's inherited, it's runs in the family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back If that don't
me the fuck alone Bumpy Knucks don't play It made me laugh when I think about how Gary Harris Tried to play me than got fired and all fuckin embarrassed
feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga Up before the sunrise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb
's she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me. [Chorus] [Verse Two] It's hard as Hell
said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me. Chorus Verse 2: It's hard as Hell to find a
Busta Rhymes It's a party, let's get it on tonight Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right It's a party, let's get it on tonight Gonna rock your
how I put it in the land of the crooked Give me anythang, I'ma break it down and jerk(?) it Into a grime, combine it with a fresh rhyme Gotta do it now
know what it is, you done seen it before" This sad, of course I'ma be mad Well, here you can have it god dammit if you want it that bad You would try
Spliff the foul Through your stereo Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant I'm gettin it Money, fast car, fine broads, what I'm hittin it (that's right) Raw shit i'm spittin it
minutes im back I spit em 16 before Swiss finished the track. Make some noise, the boy from big business is back. I got that put it in your nose and sniff it
Yeah, yeah it's Common Sense, and Iceman tried to freeze me, So I took him to Chicago and told him to take it easy He couldn't see me with my applejack
lime beocardy out It's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out Call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it Run ya part of town like
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the
yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It
brave and brighter new tomorrow (Another day y'all) Is the future (It's the future) (It's the future) We must make it (We gotta make it) Safe and happy