Lyrics:
its nuttin’ to be proud of
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust
know I was born fly
Niggas running up a check but still live in the garage
See a bad model and she giving me a massage
I’m tryna beat the odds, nobody
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
comparing the crews
If we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels
Keep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkin
Cause is that what
live? Then take a swigga
'Cause I'm from Queens and I roll with Bronx niggas
[A.G.]
Check it, check it, check what I say
You can bounce with Dres,
to the two, but we're not the ones
Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping
Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live
Yo, I don't think I could use any more beats from that guy
It's from the same guy called Wolfing Progress
Here we go with this remix
Yo
I'm K-Boyd
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
Damn Hype
One and um
And two and um
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic out his hands
If the beat
On the block stuffing money in a crew sock
We was kids... goal was a big box
Now the n***** had the box in the big box
I ain't gotta up the big pistol I can big
Hi haters, how you doin
I know you niggas in the back
Lookin stupid, I know you wanna
Gimmie two to my head put me in
A pine box fill a nigga with
but I make it look easy
And everybody out the box trying to cop my steezy
So my crew roll through, you know quite is kept
But my level is next, so
on the stage like me
The first beats she makes will be 'Snowman Remix'
She can make beats like me
And when I play 'Stormy Weather' she gets mad
Put
slip but i won't ever bite
Bitch I'm the people's champ I'm winning every fight
I beat box a nigga
You might want a reconsider
These niggas they lost
off in this bitch
No ceilings fuck ha, now we do what we do
And I go by Witty we record as a crew
Gonna stay here all night past
A quarter to two
And if
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
sealed
In a de old avengers starred steed and Mrs Peel
Who Robbie Box that gambler on the programme Big Deal
This one is live and direct so you
excellence/Cowards moves forget, what am about to do in an hour or two, ripping checks again/We live in an era when niggaz is living in telenovelas like they Mexican
em my rap flow is fulfilling
I scream with the Beastie Boys What time is it?
It's two o'clock you gettin knocked out the box
then
they been waiting on me
Said I got 2.5 Ina shoe box
Who died? Who knew dawg?
2 fine, might jus fuck around n pay her ass a visit for a new spot
I been 2
Ladies and gentlemen
The most exciting stage show you've ever witnessed
Appearing live, Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew
(Oh my God!)
(Oh my
Ladies and gentlemen
The most exciting stage show you've ever witnessed
Appearing live, Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew
(Oh my God!)
(Oh my
to the triple beam
Fuck the stress
I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens
that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose
Don`t make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress
I let that orange box
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