Lyrics:
Verse One:
Dres --
Black Sheep, in your house, party people you remember
The two that served your whole crew like the bartender
It's dynamic D,
extraordinary
Your bitch ass'll get bodied and buried
By the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary
Give me a mob
Let me champ one
Steadily handsome
Black
that what they're still yellin'?
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin', Ren? (Yeah)
So I guess I'll die by that
stretch when it's time to sprint
Time limited
They want my life but I ain't givin it
Outlaw, Low-Lives, taking your life
We blow mics and I'm breakin in
dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage for this
Pornstar dancin'
Your body's lightin' up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
SHOOK THE GROUND.
PRETTY TONY --- MUSIC SPECIALISTS
ROCKED THE BEAT –AND SERVED UP THE HITS
2 LIVE CREW - BLEW UP THE SCENE,
MR MIXX UNCLE LUKE, CHRIS
the kitchen
Sinatra lifts your vision
Chill in True Love, It's just tradition
Alright
Enough is enough is enough is enough
With the shit talk
Draw win or loss
tinted
These fake rappers gettin by with
These hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love
Only love is your money
So when it's over, are you a thug
If I get caught up in that jam girl would ride for me
Draw down with that stick and hop out would you slide for me
If I'm facing 30 years plus life
clothes
Wild hair color and cell phones
Your accessories are dead on
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
I like the way that
to the sky like Emmet Till off the stepping wheel
And minus all the sex appeal, your boy about to flex for real
Rolls Royce Cullinan, four-doors 'cause my
Niggas gone recognize get back
All of my ghost is too huh
Fuck a lil 2 live crew
Look at what this 45 do to u
Ion even care bout u Nigga
I been
when the needle cries
In your bloodstream
I'm the one drivin' this lush dream
Overdose an eye on you, so, don't ever trust me
[Verse 2: Madchild]
Hang
don't stop like paper when the new shit drop
To all my peoples in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody likes it or not
From city
people hating on me like bro, shut up boy
Yeah, my iPad needs a charger
It's by a margin
If you wanna draw all over me and say my name wrong, you need
to state
Still drop the hot shit for you
To pull out your crate
It's the return of the mouth-musher
Skull-crusher
Pack myself with two nines and cold crush
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!
Posse, yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
live inside a circus town
Blunts by the boxes and it's nothing but that chronic
Like it's Dr. Dre in '92, depends what I climb into
So astronomical my
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these H-Town streets
Man it's
some thoed dudes, from the Southside
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys
some thoed dudes, from the Southside
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys
not to write
Your faction is nothing, you'll get chewed for the hell of it
If rappin was fuckin ya whole crew would be celebit
copyright'll shit
Check it out
This is my shit fo real
Its gunna be off tha hook
Peep this out
The Kon Artist nigga
[Kon Artist]
The Kon Artist born liar
Lie to your
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