Lyrics:
(intro)
Ko rock stuff(scracth)
Dj pooh:
I like to make funky beats and record'em
Sell'em to the top mc's that can afford'em
Back in the days
[Chorus x2]
You throw Rose by the case [?]
Three hundred dollar jewellery [?] we [?] by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It's
Heh, heh!
(Phone Rings)
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, "Return
Heh, heh!
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your
Yeah, yeah
(Once again, back is the incredible)
It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin' hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put
skinny jean crooks
Pre-K lyrics, why would I need a book?
I reminisce, reminisce, when Mobb dropped shook
Shan was down by law, such a good look
Nas'
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
CHORUS:
Beware of what- lies behind these eyes
-you may never return again
Be cautious how deep that you look inside
-you won't like the beast you
right nigga, fuck that
Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that
Call this the return
Storms' alright but when the rap attacks
All those half steppers that I crossed that day
I give props to mystic subway DJs
Who dwell in the under
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome tonight to the river to
Square garden for the
Presentation of Acustico
A new work produced by DJ Myke and Rancore
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
c few times over
Nothing to note
Much came of it
Until the nineteen
Seventeen purchase
By ranchers called
Coonamessett
For each field
They'd need
I was bumping Go DJ
Rolling weed at my momma's crib
Gotta take a cruise
You know Eddy got the whip
Top down
Lake shore
This is how we do
Hate it
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
sons one thing you will learn,
For everything the north gives, it exacts a price in return."
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning
vengeance
Funeral watch by cops fi arrest anybody in attendance
Time draw near and me feel it
Me and di Lord never have a good relationship, me seal it
The season has returned
DJ Khaled!
We global now, we global
We international now, international
Nasir!
Money fall out the sky when I speak
Yeah baby baby no more
27 février dans les bacs you know
Tu kiffes Fababy? T'es qu'un suceur
Aux platines: DJ Battle
Viens pas nous tester si t'as
long
So So Def, but made it tight
Then went from a DJ to an MC
To the are-E-V like overnight
Everybody lookin, players get shook when
Rev. Run walk
want to be used by you, (movin on)
Some of them want to abuse you, (I'm movin on)
Some of them want to be a-bused, (Oh......)
(DJ you-NEEK)
Hoes be
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
Heh, heh!
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your
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