Lyrics:
(Gotta throw on ya Scooby Doo's, those are shoes by the way)
You're so contagious, I can't take it have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me, what's
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
ain't all fake
It's just 4, 999 of 'em that ain't on tape
See me? I know ya type
Lotta lip on you, you gotta overbite
How you expect to keep up wit'
at
Where the fuck you at
Time to put Puna on the map
On the map, look
They sleeping on me let em nap
Shhh if you talk so loud
This the Puna Boy Anthem
I pour
the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin through the same ole thang
Boy I can't wait to get up out this
Young & the Restless know what I'm talkin bout
Silk Tymes, [Name], Special Ed, Heavy D
T-Roy, you're rockin wherever you be
Geto Boys, parents should
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
doin' it like a G.O.
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(Let's make 'em an offer they can't refuse)
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(You want to go to war? We'll take you
(Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright?
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk
Money good, I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
Money good (ah)
Ay, ay
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
it's our world
Can't let 'em get into here
We could really build something strong
Think where we could be in a year
You've gotta give me a fair
it's our world
Can't let 'em get into here
We could really build something strong
Think where we could be in a year
You've gotta give me a fair
and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think
But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink
I ain't finna to play, tell that boy get out my face
I'll never lose my faith, but i'll let the chopper spray
My heart don't harbor hate, But these
Whoa Whoa Whoa
WhoaWhoa
Whoaaa
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Whoa
Whoaaa
I'm with gang (yuh)
Hit a stain (yuh)
Load them choppas up
let em spray at yuh
With your
and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think
But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
the Geto Boys
These tricks it playing on me got me roaming round paranoid
Like at any minute the cross is coming
It on me for an image I'm offing something
punk in this
I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for
(Let's just go out tonight)
Come on by my best Budweiser
We can hang and do anything
This friendship has me wasted
I just don't want to feel a damn
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
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