Lyrics:
to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
Boy I want to impregnate?
Dr. Dre said Slim Shady you a cutie (Uh huh)
I'll give you a deal let me up in that booty (OK!)
Well since age 12 I felt like
There has to be some explanation for this insanity
Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank)
Now give me the dank
Niggas claim they want
faded
14, And One
TRL trapped in that pop boy band
So I thought I’d try my hand
Found a few guys
Sang a couple bars for the babes
Were we Backstreet
Nah
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
more than a fish steak
Yo I'm back again, you thought this was the end
But we are coming back with round two
Let me hit you with the uppercut dude
You
drama, my life story
Faith of a mustard seed, I kept growing
I knew that this life was meant for me
Niggas change up more than wishin' wells
Karma come
possible
How you
Made this album
The more
Unnecessary details
And the more tangents
That take us
Off the main topic
The better
You win
Bonus points
For
forget it
Bitch suck my (dick) that is the radio edit
I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe
I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fucking
in a storm cellar
Then store some more whores in the morgue, then forget her
Ms. Thorne get more wetter with a Kyd than a Mod, Sun
That was sick. If
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
But I can tell Ghetto was one of them kids
That couldn't eat sweets
Or drink fizzy drinks without getting hyper
I be the sniper on the rooftop
Boy
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
intellect
I had already been practicing my craft for more than a decade by That point
The coward even uttered a faggot in my direction as Prissy and I Left,
to ignore the fact
That on track I’m more like a quarterback
And everyone else is more than sorta whack
Fucking weak if you ask me
I wouldn’t even let these
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
The Backstreet Boys around nine years old
And that's when I noticed that he paid attention to songs on the radio
And had an ear for music
I love that Paul is
The Backstreet Boys around nine years old
And that's when I noticed that he paid attention to songs on the radio
And had an ear for music
I love that Paul is
don't seem to mean much;
Of anyone we've used more that most.
Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,
Thrown around in
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
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