Lyrics:
a song
What they tell you they on, a sucker act up every minute
The righteous live on, but them niggas is invented
(Verse 3)
Yo, I ain't hardcore, I
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow
couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
to get paid?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re yelling and screaming up on stage?
(That’s a gimmick) when your
Career is numbered by days?
(That’s
outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You
people go their whole lives searching for the meaning
To know it you need to work more than you need dreaming
It's kind of fucked up, at least I know what
good caller, you "live in the den" with big tig' and bust
(Hey tig'!) what's good ma? (enjoyin' the show)
(But there's somethin' about busta I've been
got a big back
In the back door
She wanna drive a Ferrari
Only wants me for Versace
Gold digging hoe been saying I'm nasty
What
She got it up but just
can meet me a French hottie
Anywhere easily
Manchester is a place i'll really
Love to live in
I Love Manu to the bone what does
Psg even mean
Pogba
Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on the breaks
Goin' out to the hardcore hip
Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes
'Cause I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on the breaks
Goin' out to the hardcore hip
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
fuckin' man)
Live from the graveyard (you stupid you fuckin' idiot)
You drunk, ho
Yo, that nigga crazy as hell (put that liquor down
Ayo, what you
fuckin' man)
Live from the graveyard (you stupid you fuckin' idiot)
You drunk, ho
Yo, that nigga crazy as hell (put that liquor down
Ayo, what you
I fly down like the Chi-town wind
'cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin
When, the saints come marchin' in
I'ma roll right by 'em
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
We don't cuddle in the Eyceurokk huddle
While verse is subtle, and then we wet you like a puddle
One lyric from the gut, so what?
You want to strut
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up (one)
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
(That's what's up)
Eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up (one)
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
(That's what's up)
Eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's
them, live with my bros mind our businesses
I live by the name let that camera roll, File me the project got your bank notes
Tryna get what we came for,
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