Lyrics:
a record of some type"
I said, "man, the hype behind run-d.m.c. and cool j
What the fuck makes you think they're gonna give us a play?"
We did a few shows
Fuck, fuck
I don't give a fuck
Bitch you fuckin' suck
Kill yourself
Like, what the fuck
Fuck, fuck
Down up on your luck
Totin' semis like a truck
fuckin company
you know what I'm saying.
Okay little motherfucker I'm a show you.
you better protect yourself
Verse 1 (Kane)
Every time I wake
I'm heeding none of what you ask
You cannot fuck with the system
Only fuckin with them cats
If I can bring the 'aclysms
Better spell my name with
been invaded by a white man's DNA
So now everyday we pray that this slavery will cease to replay in our minds
They said I was free, but everyday they
off the floor, kick him out the door,
That's where we fuckin throwed him,
My street we had to crown him,
But then we tried to drown him,
Tied
switch
So much ice around my neck
She see this shit, I know she fuckin'
F&N and F&H, if that bitch up
You know we bustin'
Don't fuck with rappers, bitch,
c
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"
Okay,
Disgustin' Disgustin'
Nigga we out here hustlin'
God dammit my shit is so fuckin' disgustin' end of the fuckin' discussion nigga
Disgustin'
Ooh killem, ooh
what that about
I was the only rapper out
Beverly foxhill Roscos swap meet
Sloshin' crenshaw comton we not sweet
Like I'm chump change
Jimmy with
ain't a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost
I think it's funny when defendants from identical haunts
Step out the tempest
A measure of what
fame e anulova po kane
Dokna smut si me flame po rri kame permi kame
Nino Brown un jom qai qysh u bona kaq fly? Ay
Whats goin on man it's yo nigga Múizz
pissed
I dropped out since we last spoke (what!?)
Commisary, so it sucks son, we all grown up
Fa sho, growin' up was tough more drugs then luck
Fuck
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin'
What we specialize in
The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope
he alright or what?
I think he on a mission with no kind of learnin'
You know what Big Daddy Kane?
We gonna have to take care of this matter
Mister
blow by the kilo
With enough white sand to fill a whole grain silo
Move snow like winter to your door like hinges
Grow plants by the inches find me
bitch
This Detroit fuckin' 2
My thoughts is all black, yeah, I'm back to the roots
Fuck your white flag, ho, I don't want no truce
And we all in
at Coachella with her girls
Living like a motha fuckin icon
Always down for a day fade
Aye
So what its a weekday
Aye
Turn up on your lunch break
Aye
White
a thing
I'm talkin' try after try and fuckin' take after take
Then erasing what you got because you realized it's fake
Come to find out there ain't no easy
Let's get together
Yo big daddy, what you gonna say now?
Take a stand the fight for power
'Cause we've been here before the mayflower
Living
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddys
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My
Black chick white guy, does it mean shit, maybe?
I don't know but yo, it never fazed me
But either way here's one tale
Of two like that and what
processed
Get that fuck shit straight like a perm or a process
Cause for real the money money ain't the mother fuckin' object
We just like exitement, gun
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
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