Lyrics:
the law
You've got to show me
Smiles
Brother greg
It's been a long long time
Since we maxed it nice
Got fresh
By that seashore line
It was easy
Getting
Rhymes in the place to be
And for the whole entire world to see
Fuckin up your whole entire par-ty
Chorus: Greg Nice, Busta RHymes
Busta Rhymes
beat him up
Tell em knuck if you tryna buck
Then beat him up if he actin tough
Ain’t no one on ones when it come to us
Try Greg Davis and you outta luck
a fair guy
Just approach with caution, be aware because I don't share my
Throne, my crown I own
Hottest flow on any song, I'm on, I'm gone, nigga
[Break
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
live in a mansion by the sea
I'm singin' a- e- songs every single day
I got really big in a field that has some hay
I went to the store and stole some
On and on to the break of dawn
On and on to the break of dawn
On and on to the break of dawn
On and on to the break of dawn
Now let me
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
and memories
Gregar...Gregar..Gregarious by nature recall the smile he wore each time we met
Mischevious twinkle in his eyes we'll never forget
Let's jump up
down witcha
Back at the high, '84, '85
Lunch time at the break, hip-hop kid live
No jive, I see Boogie be and Commando
Valentino D, we all had plans
on the gas
Meanwhile, the other foots malicious and off in your ass
So tell your sister, tell your mother, Baby Greg has at last
Decided to Make peace with
a ton of it
I'm gonna be a little bit specific
I'm gonna break it down uno by uno,
What I got crazy love for...
So hold on tight, lets take a ride
Pumpin her up with these songs,so so-long to all three
get O.U.T. but first let me get my thangs
The ho had bring me box with the lock that she was holdin
tell me how to make no money
How I'm not gon' make love songs with a bitch this bad?
How hatin' not gon' fuel me up when this shit is gas, shawty?
If
the fields
Gas, break, dip, scrape
Smoke it, up, figure eight
How I scrape? Goldie's a eight
Pull up, dig in my nose, and give you handshake
40-Agua, lent me
and busted up the door
You're flat on the floor. Flat on the floor.
Cancer might become what gets you in the end
Or the end may pass you by, taken for
valve, you couldn't shut me the fuck up if you
Had dirt on me now, I'll murder my pal, before I NTSC a crowd of
People that have been offended by the words
These Egyptian rappers know that I'm the legend
Propelling, my rapping through the masses
One day you'll hear my songs from Cairo up to Calabasas
You
'em i told 'em
I told 'em shut the fuck up
Your voice is hurting working my last nerve
Yo that's my word I'm about to take off
Break off a chunk of this
there's only one H, I'm impossible to replace, not
Even by the hand of god can, or even if I'm face to face with myself, needed a break
A fraction of my
Horn, Mark Perry
Greg Munden, Ian Stainger, Julie Hoffman and my break dancers
Tony McCool, Bernie Bermunda, and B. Solo
All these people from my past
Say Bill, it's my turn to wreck Big Dogg Status
We doing this shit all by ourselves
Some niggas made themselves off other niggas hits facts!
Big
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Only Me by Greg Guba
(written, performed and recorded by Greg Guba) Homestead Volume One
Well the river flows
How should I know
But it
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