Lyrics:
to pound
Feel the beat and obey the raw sound
We give ourselves two lives and we can't get enough
No we won't get enough
We are the stains in black
we was young, dumb and broke in high school
And we would dodge guns and swung on those in piru
And would ride, live and die by one concise rule
its nuttin’ to be proud of
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
know I was born fly
Niggas running up a check but still live in the garage
See a bad model and she giving me a massage
I’m tryna beat the odds, nobody
to the two, but we're not the ones
Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping
Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live
live? Then take a swigga
'Cause I'm from Queens and I roll with Bronx niggas
[A.G.]
Check it, check it, check what I say
You can bounce with Dres,
they know I'ma slay
Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac'
Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way
I got manners, I nut on her face
I won't
Damn Hype
One and um
And two and um
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
Hi haters, how you doin
I know you niggas in the back
Lookin stupid, I know you wanna
Gimmie two to my head put me in
A pine box fill a nigga with
On the block stuffing money in a crew sock
We was kids... goal was a big box
Now the n***** had the box in the big box
I ain't gotta up the big pistol I can big
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
em my rap flow is fulfilling
I scream with the Beastie Boys What time is it?
It's two o'clock you gettin knocked out the box
then
slip but i won't ever bite
Bitch I'm the people's champ I'm winning every fight
I beat box a nigga
You might want a reconsider
These niggas they lost
might remix them words and go P.O.P
Go BOOM! Banging no gang but you know im tied in
They gone see bout me. Bitch move!
View me at first double back in
off in this bitch
No ceilings fuck ha, now we do what we do
And I go by Witty we record as a crew
Gonna stay here all night past
A quarter to two
And if
but I make it look easy
And everybody out the box trying to cop my steezy
So my crew roll through, you know quite is kept
But my level is next, so
sealed
In a de old avengers starred steed and Mrs Peel
Who Robbie Box that gambler on the programme Big Deal
This one is live and direct so you
and lips
I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix
And you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helix
Cuddle with
Ladies and gentlemen
The most exciting stage show you've ever witnessed
Appearing live, Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew
(Oh my God!)
(Oh my
Ladies and gentlemen
The most exciting stage show you've ever witnessed
Appearing live, Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew
(Oh my God!)
(Oh my
that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose
Don`t make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress
I let that orange box
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