Lyrics:
hardly eveer see me at
Other people's shows (why)
'Cause that's somewhere that the
Bus probably doesn't go
(fuck it up and here we go)
"Yes" "My
Intro
Yeh, here mi come once again
Alright and mi make dem go insane
Alright we make dem go insane
Alright maxideleon yeah
Verse
We take lekel
that loop
N call doc Sues
Ohs about to cook a pot of crack rock too
From here to Katmandu the tunes get bumped while cruised
By dudes in suits tryna out
[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah]
(Uh what you got here, is your approach)
Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it
go to heaven
Appraise them, not like a reverend
I mean raise their value
I'm still here like a statue starin' at you
I will stand the test of time
teaching rap, and of course I am back
Because these other MC's are here also weak and wack
So BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them
BDP will teach
All you need to know is the vibe round' here we buil' it and instill it
Sean Paul alongside
Fabolous, you done know we bust
Telling them again,
get that up in here
I get a bitch by the pair
Hit from the back I might pull out her hair
Young niggas wild with style we major
Step on the stage
& i
Cruising your bed, how to live .... in july
Area 51 stereo, vibe, gun live
Here we go, west soldiers, we drop some
We're the kids in the hall, with
Wish we could rewind
Wish we could rewind
Rewind
Uh
What a burden
Your flames burden
But your search for purpose
Clouded by the surface
Leaves you
you
I got you babe I told you
The past the shit I let go of
Too far I was gone down that road yeah
She love my style, yeah she say she love my drip
Hypnotize
uh, uh, uh uh uh
Brooklyn style wit a Lc smile
Spoil me much, coins make me go wild
Top of the world you don't look down
Flip
The word play we display
Can only convey the vibe when they DJ
Colonial rep but far from the empecee
Feel sorry for those who by stand innocently
come kick it with Styles P
The truth when it comes to this rap shit
We ain't come here for the chit chat
Kill all the yappin', let's, let's, let's
a order then it aint a go
I'm a weapon just to let you know
Master Splinter boy you gotta go
Water Style
Water flow
We steppin no question
I brandish
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
P.L.O. style
Here comes
Droppin a rhyme, funky rhymes for the dancefloor
Rhymes flow on, styles come quicker
You've been outfoxed by the metaphor slicker
Think twice, go slow,
like
Baby, I can take my time
We don't ever have to fight
Just take it step-by-step
I can see it in your eyes
'Cause they never tell me lies
I can feel
Have more chickas by my side as Rockefeller billion dollars
So if you like my style, the t-shirt and blue jeans
Airforce one on the feet are the shoes
right here, you heard
I used to be Jaffe Joe, I used to be Killa
I think I'ma go with something different this year
I'ma go with
Hook
J.R. Writer
Know we return
Warrior we need no resist at all
Jump in the fire the blaze it no burn
Special request and by popular demand
We come again in a style
When we get, when we get, when we get a little props (uh-huh)
When we really really get to where we gotta go (mm-hmm)
That's when you know it's
the pace
Here's the step, go find some space
And what we gonna do is in unison, kick!
Shake your head, you're influenced with music
By now you're
I don't want to grow up 'cause I'm a True Fuschnick
We got a million styles that we compile
That we can play with
I'm a true, what? I am a true
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