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Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
(Get funky)

Three, four, three, four, '99
She the new hero 'cause she's so divine
Unaffected by the system, she'd rather die
Than write a rap for
Yes, it is I says me
And all who agree
Are more than three
Cause they are we
(laughter) 
Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure 
Because I
a little problem with his cash flow

(Chorus fades in) 3x
Them that's gots, I get
Them that's not shall lose
But God bless the child that could write
a little problem with his cash flow

(Chorus fades in) 3x
Them that's gots, I get
Them that's not shall lose
But God bless the child that could write
on a video replay?
Who was the first to lose a DJ?
Who was the first to teach at Yale?
Who was the first to hit that hip-hop reggae, on the nail?
Who was
why don't you come to the crib-o?
We could wine and dine and relax on the low
And drink Mo, by the way, I just saw your video)
Yeah, true, I'm comin'
the stage
I bounce, from the north side up, A-Town down
Some of these MC's need CPR
Listen to the wack MP3's I'm bored
Your video is hard for me to sit
Just abide by, what your ride by
Cause we abide by what we ride by, HA!

[All]
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was "Priest, don't hit me no more"
talkin' 'bout cheddar

Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
and the yacht
And it must be a blow to the ego, what!
But forget about this video rot
And write yourselves a hit or three
Like "I'm Not in Paris" or "The Dean
of the Boogie Down
Hit em like this, hoooooooo

[Chorus:] Tim Dog (KRS-One in parenthesis)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes
the streets up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With
or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly s***, my n**** here we go
You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video
at your engineer:
A Japanese guy with glasses on with straight leg jeans and a beer

Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies with acne
Thinking you
the dead dog I stuffed with G's 
Tell the cops that he died from fleas 
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens 
When the shit hits
the dead dog I stuffed with G's 
Tell the cops that he died from fleas 
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens 
When the shit hits
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad