Lyrics:
on this indo (Guess who's back)
In the studio with my partners out here
(Guess who's back)
Pacific Heights in the house
(Guess who's back) , know what I
what I fight for
Forever Southwest Hardcore
Why can't you see it's all tactic
Play by their rules stay their fool
And you get fucked bitch
My crew my
triggers
I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch
What
or you disagree
It's a big ting, it's a big ting
In the world we live in but
All I know is not matter what, I know seh I'm a man
You know I mean?
as you can, nigga
Plus, that's in my top three songs to perform
Live performance of RUN in Paris, France
You gotta uh, you gotta follow
Direction watch
the mental clink
I been a life raft for those who sink, in the pool of the think, I
Hold on a quick second let me get a
Drink
Chillin' in Paris off the bars I
by black
Give me my frame of mind back
Give me my culture
But you dont understand that cause you a sucker
Chorus
I see Beauval in the house, Collinet
Sarcelles in the house
Cercle Rouge in the house
KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt
Turning parties out you know what I am about
Cause we will be here
wit' it
I'm gettin' on wit' it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A lyrical destructor
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
the forces of King Solomon
Lettin' bygones be bygones and so on and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin' it retrospective from the get
the people confused
Damned by the media that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin'
up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got
[Chorus
Verse One: PMD
I grab my cordless like my nigga DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD`s like what (what?)
I`m too rough, gettin
Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, soo woo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen
didn't even know that it was in our genes
No definition, live by any means
Thinking supreme, I'm forever extreme
Stand on business
Feel like Eminem, middle
duck, fire
You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing
It's the MOP (yes)
And the zip-code is
1 (1), 2 (2), 3 (3)
And motherfucker we
really been in a club
Still live with my parents
But I'm still a thug
I'm so gangsta you can find me baking cookies at night
You out clubbing, well I
on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water
I'm the migrane
awards and
It's powered by Nissan
Big Tigger off the top, it's what we do
Everybody in Hip Hop, please stop through!
BET instabooth LIVE from the
Carpet
and needles
Cause what you're doing does not save our people
Live for Christ? Yo, it's black or white, but some of us are grey
In self righteousness, they stay.
and blast
And make the party live
I'm in the unusual, crucial life so nigga
Pay attention when I come thru
For you and ya crew
It's just a man and his music
I
on the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able
Invincible, official nigga who they come to
For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store
Triple W in curo son
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