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of them New York DJ's are jealous
I don't give a FUCK about Funkmaster Flex
He don't give a FUCK about me

They ain't playin my shit on MTV, a bunch
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
I'm the king, y'all know that
She the queen, came right back

Yea yea

(Oh remix!)

Now baby girl there ain't nothin' more that I can say
You know by
above, smoke burnin from this bud
Bitch, feel it 'fore I deal it, hoe how you gon hustle me?
I'm born and bred by HCP, I'll leave your blood off in these
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {​NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}​
BDP
aggressively
My recipe, mixed wit stress and niggaz testin me
Consecutively, five golds so technically
You niggaz got a long way to go to catch the PMD
Ain't here for no fronting just to say a little something
You suckers don't like me cause you're all about nothing
However, I'm really fascinating
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
and do not play
If you want me, come and get me, Fraiser Drive is where I stay
Won't you come on down my way, I hope that you ain't afraid
You won't
taking all whether big or small 

We got a ? beat and it's dope, def y'all 
Every day of the week you're at my beck and call 
You want to try me out?
and facility you're killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility

I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You're not an Emcee if
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs

And when the party
this bitch wit Dj Green Latern

Tony YaYo
Its the Remix

The Game
Have you ever seen a Bently Coupe on Gold Dayton Wires, doin a buck fifty, Me Banks
shit
Feel in love with a bitch that I call crime
She reminded me that nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it nigga
So I looked her dead in her
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side

Put your hands in the air
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
You're up next
After you I'll drink a Beck's
Contact another L, listen to raising hell
Run these MCs back to the lab
When I stab tracks I slash backs
I'm the king, y'all know that
She the queen, came right back

Yea yea

(Oh remix!)

Now baby girl there ain't nothin' more that I can say
You know by
Yea (yea, yea)
Styles I hear you man
(Usher)
This it right here
I'm the King y'all know that
She the queen, came right back
(Yea)
Oh Remix

(Usher)
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs

And when the party
sentenced a hundred years 
It's burning my ears, and blood is mixed with my tears, fears 
My styles gets rid of this, drive-by's and wheelchairs 
All you
stop and stare when I roll by
Hate me and I don't know why
Cause I spent half my life in the sky
And I buy the things that you wanna buy yeah
Take that
the blunts make a mixed drink
And don't you dare say that I ever care what a bitch think
She ain't a single but for me she tryna lip sync
And once the lips
Make a one a reckon you I think you would have done 
You come in a the place no satisfaction 
Don't you know say Daddy me Daddy me Snow yes me is
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side

Put your hands in the air