Lyrics:
a rhinoceros for me, Jair Messias. Oh, I like that name. Hasnt he got a lovely name, dont you think? Yes, he has. The music is as always performed by the one man
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me
vowels
Why you state that I'm lazy? (Break me)
2 Years gone no vacation (Blame me)
All this pain by defaming (Faded away)
'Cause this one's going out
is, nigga. Here it is. What you
gonna do with it?
Bizzy:
Well it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord. No, then I won't fly by
that lesson, you
the mag
Make a gunfight through the night
Got more mags in a bag
In the seat right by my side
I'm a Bad roll model pop out
With a Joint in the mouth
I puff
All eyes on me like a police line up
See you cording on ya phone cause ya battery up
I just came to get it on and keep ya battery up
Now how many
on the streets
I'll be there for you, by your side just link me
Proud of who I am, just chasing the bands
These days I ain't got no time to make no friends
If you hear me raise your hand
For the girl in the band
Let the party begin
I'm feelin' good inside my skin
With the world at my command
I'm the girl
Would you like to buy me a brand new pair of pyjamas
Would you like to fly with me on a holiday to Grenada
Have V.I.P. treatment, a send off by brass
it's me, DJ Premier
Representing Gang Starr and all the affiliations along with it
And right about now, you in tune to Life Force Radio
That's the way
Yeah
HTC
Brass knuckles
Horrific individuals
Spit venom
On Slaytanic's instrumentals
Dock you with the hatchet
Till I reach a casket
Mission
nigga
We tryna live so why the hell You tryna Die nigga
Still slap a nigga
For talking out his side nigga
Still strapped with killas
Who ain't looking
For
Young McCoy, yuh
This shit is for all you mumble rap motherfuckers
Specifically, no one else
Y'all better pay attention
Now I’m walking by these
from Rome
She blowin' my brass like I'm a trombone
Tommy in yo tummy like I'm Al Capone
I got secrets
If I tell you it's deadly
Killing, pussy, stealing,
to talk about it
I don't know if I'm about it
My vulnerability costs
Too much, you tell me
I feel like I can only say so much
So why I need
A thesis
ain't got no vision
Can't go nowhere if you don't know the distance
Fresh hell, Sunday school class, Christian
Fresh hell, Sunday school fire with me
fuck with me
Ha, this shit too easy ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Oh, you made ten bands? Whoopty fucking do
Looking in the mirror like, "Tron
They can't fuck
Stakes is high like fiends off a dream
Jet streaming having cuisine with
The best seasons
It's the vet season carry a
Vest you know the reason
I'm in
Me and my gang we come deep
Call me Drew Brees cuz im throwing bullets on a sstreak
Yall niggas is some hoes and you y know it
Yeah you know it
I got
a leader since I was a day old
When I talk you should pay close attention
Cause of why
Cause I say so
What's up with all the hate though
I pun the philosophy
Got hella pasos
Bussin that Draco
Nah I don't play hoe
You niggas aint safe tho
Laid up with bands
More money in hand
Dont need a tan
Yo hoe is a fan
Who is the top choice?
Mirror mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the top choice of them all?
Mirror mirror (Tell me what you see)
Now I'm sorta
afraid, it's a double J raid.
When I was young, they called white.
But they called me nigger, too. Does that sound right?
"Why'd you do your book report
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
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