Lyrics:
the stick by the door of this kitchen
Murder rate up to the top of the ceiling
I got that love for the racks when they skinny
Mind your bidness (your
of the news, but it's still in my head
Charles Stewart still lives even though the sucker's dead
I'ma speak upon it
He is trying to wipe, you, out
Trying
together
Then you put your hands upon my-
I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Messin' with my head, head, head, head, head
We drive each other
Never be a dasher
He got wet now he's chilling with fish
Flows over your head
Flows over your head every lyric I spit
He got wet now he's catching a ching
Hook:
Fuck you and fuck all the dogs on your side/
They have no drive, they just along for the ride/
The DJ finna push your song to the side/
He
featuring Nas
[Nas]
Spit at the world
My lyrics I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl spit on the Dutch and finish
yuh business, dat's business
Warlord nuh business, everybody dead
Mi try fi hold di peace and war buss inna mi head
Mi just decide fi rub out from
to deal wid your case
Step up my yute, hear dis
I know this little girl her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose (betta know)
If I ever
definitely not my ways
Saved by your grace
Holding me in your sweet embrace
So I will hold my head up to the sky
There’s no looking back
No matter how hard I
slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when
When the sun shines we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
You can stand under my umbrella
Ella, ella, eh
time he sees me
Cause I hold the mic and stomp
Cuttin your head on a tree stump, watch the crowd I pump
When it's quiet on the set E.K.A. gets upset
Fuck
ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage
Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting
photoshoot fresh (Yeah)
Na me dey hold camera myself (Woah)
I swear I be hits like look at my features
I just be jamb by myself
I no fit ever fuck up but in
was dancin house
When the DJ played hip-hop, then you walked out
But now you're hard, talkin about you paid mad dues
I used to see your ass abused
sitting in my cell
And I'm waiting on some mail from the prof
Hold your head up Cass don't stress, weight'll come off fast
Keep to yourself, Just try
a Holloween cavity
Burn your family tree if you fuck with me
But loyalty Will be the death of me
Better hold your breath
In your head like your reflex
In
a Holloween cavity
Burn your family tree if you fuck with me
But loyalty Will be the death of me
Better hold your breath
In your head like your reflex
In
of the pussy club, so mine
Getting bricks by the G's, fittin' to rain and shine
Then head to another one, headless flyin'
What up to the DJ, straight
to deal wid your case
Step up my yute, hear dis
I know this little girl her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose (betta know)
If I ever
Get your head out your ass, get your head out your ass
Oh, you've been pumping the gas
How can you see where you're going with your head up your ass
spill it all over the place
(Hold up, watch my shoes, I'm gettin' plenty money, how 'bout you?)
Baby, we throw so much bread to the point I'm exhausted
and the sorrow
Keep your head up because there's always tomorrow
Put the Lord first, be strong, you can't go wrong
Love is on the way if you just pray and hold
the fog, an that's your head by the log
I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there
This is hell an we both here
Can you feel it? Tell me yeah
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