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twenty... right
Well, I don't care how much it costs, you know,
Just get it up to my room in a hurry because I'm so hungry

Well, you have to understand
If we
An I found my Sarah, gone

If a man don't never study
A-you will never have no blues
If a man wouldn't study
You would never have no blues
But you get
the ill skill yo, did you listen
I bust caps with raps, packin heavy ammunition

Chorus: *vocal samples*

"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.."
What kind of girl do you think we are?
Don't call us groupies
That is going too far
We wouldn't ball you
Just because you're a star

These girls wouldn't
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
Yeah, ay, jeah, ay nigga
If you at the light right now, nigga
And the nigga sweating you, my nigga
Looking at you 'cause you got
The big boy shoes
can't to do them what I would to do you, so

Another session, check in session
Dogg Pound Gangstaz

I'm on top of the world
With niggaz with perms
And if you don't call Michael Jackson 

And don' be afraid to ask him, Erick Sermon got mad tunes 

No matter what they say, I got more props than
easily drop you and stop you from rhyming
Send you home to moms all bruised up and crying
Then if you want you can go call your people
You`re gonna need
D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker
Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you got's to chill

("Jungle boogie!")

[Erick
appreciate vocals
'Stead of them duds that make 'em roast you
Who am I to coach as well?
I'ma take a different approach, you niggaz pound-sign, fail
at attention
Keep it on the low

(Usher)
Ain't nobody watching
Don't worry they can't see us
I know I got you hot
Now let me in

(Beyonce)
You in the club
don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School
because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper who's had his turn
Now it's my
and the night is young
Four day weekend, time to have some fun
D.j.'s scutter up, drop them joints
Everybody's been waiting to dance and make noise
B-boys
Tim Dog : Yeahhhh, ha hah, you have been warned
The Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya
KRS One : That's right boye, you are now jammin to the sounds
there?
(Oh yeah)

My boogie baby now
The world ain't no fairy tale
And it's ran by some rich white scary males
To make it simple for you let's call 'em
shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize

I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by
them Corn Rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky

Doin' by the ounces, lo' lo's
someone cares for what you do so let's show
Political prisoners, homeless humans, organizations
Various movements
That the people in America have some
name was Usher
But I'm still ridin' in macks, makin' 'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you
beneath the New York moon
Pounds as we dip, increase these New York tunes
It's the universe I have
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self don't say that exists