Lyrics:
begun
Through the laughter and tears, we face every test
Homies lift me up when I'm feeling the stress
In this world so wild, they're my rock, my guide
that I don't entertain
Cause stupid is what stupid does and really I don't give a fuck
But don't get it Kris Kross cause you done missed the bus
I
menthalyptus now
The micraphone I must feel it I must touch it up
Kris One and Tim Dog's come to fuck it up
Evidently I bust shots till the glock is empty
No
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
say
Cause ama shine from Grass to Grace
Kriss kross mad cruise
Champaign go pop through
Party after party we gonna mash up the dance floor
I don't
bro
When folks call roll up you
Gon' have to show us
50 for the watch, 50 for the whip
50 for the hitman too
Put a 50 on your head little boy now
I show
a talent, so let me flaunt the gift
Chorus
[KRS-One]
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PAID
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
come to the t'cha
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
a friend along
To help me show my appreciation the right way
Ladies, Mr. Jamie Foxx
Mr. Foxx, Ladies
(Remix)
I love her 'cause she got her own
She
gun aiming at my back
Losing my homies one by one
Losing my homies one by one
Losing my homies one by one
Yeh but Trunksy he a real one
(Uh) pull up
Your magical gates can't hold me back
I'm far too powerful, you can't repel my attack
My dark magic will tear down your wall
Kris when you face me,
And we smoke it by the ounce
If I'm bringin' all the homies
Then we smoke it by the pound
Said this that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you
And we smoke it by the ounce
If I'm bringin' all the homies
Then we smoke it by the pound
Said this that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you
temptations go
Throw up the finger
And all my homies go
Throw them the finger
You know what? Baby, it's like
I know you've been searchin' for someone
homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would die by
Someone check
the motherfucking LBC
Yeah, check this out cause
Hey yo Goldie Loc
let's do this for the homies in the hood
The dub, what up
No disrespect to them other hoods
temptations go
Throw up the finger
And all my homies go
Throw them the finger
You know what? Baby, it's like
I know you've been searchin' for someone
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
at fifty, new songs by Nas would be hard and live
I leave 'em scared like when they hear their name called, but ain't nobody there
The definition of my name
yeah we meet by the bay
Step to my face you have nothing to say
When it hit nighttime we turn up like day
Loan time is over we getting our pay
I take
dubs
Me and my homies up
Keep on pourin' up
Yea we loan a bunch
808's is going nuts
I destroy it all
I like showin' love
Can you show me love
Feel like
you
Its only 20 people at the venue
Hole in a wall shows on the menu
Nobody wanna deal with the rapper who tryna come up
But entertain a nigga who ain’t
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