Lyrics:
panic like Dora when shots blast
See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they raise that K
Like every day in every way and every where you
get down with the kings (live)
Six mile runs from Sconey Island to Queens
They got me back in my Quran, on my knee
A hundred pints of the clean
you shine if you can't rhyme
Dime droppers will give your fed time, if you sleep
But my mistake will be masterin' heat on city streets
And in
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch
your heads was convertibles!!
Hah, if you still look up in the sky I'm still high
All the way live like Lakeside
Wann die? E (whattup son), you got this
strom troop
Niggas be like "King Tila
How you get that Benz?"
By sending birds to Oklahoma City
To my friends
I slang my gangsta funk
Through
line like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain
Kay Slay, Cipha Sounds, Amanda Diva, (Sirius Radio)
Dj Chop, (Enough), DJ Hyphen, Greg Street, you know I'm talkin' 'bout?!
All the radio stations
college students bring your Ouijas'
Check the spellin', R E F U G E E get the CD from Sam Goody
You ain't even close wit the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be
I love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name ain't Sting
Or Roger Clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame
'Cause all you sap suckers
here
D-the-i-the-zz-the-e-the-e, straight from the LDN
I don't wanna hear no talk about streets and all that thug from way back when
Been a bad boy,
finally came
Brought to you by Murder Dog Magazine, Magazine?
Magazine like my street
15 years in the game and I still ain't reach my peak
Be on the look
and the dutch is somethin
What you niggaz sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT
MISSING
Words by Tracey Thorn Music by Ben Watt
I step off the train, I´m walking down your street again , and past your door, but
you don´t
mornin buzz
And called my nigga e 'what up loc?,' 'what up cuz?'
I'm thinkin bout pullin out the trey for performance
And maybe hit a few corners
I let
the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes
She walked by asking me, "Are you Nas?"
Why? "If you was I'd be totally TWI"
What's that? "Totally with it,
D. Major baby
I've been scarred by your love, left my heart bleedin'
My soul posted in the shadows with some dark demons
I'm on the E-way in
need to feel you
I'm at the Marriott
Down on 4th street
I'll even pay for the cab
Just come and meet me
I'm feeling kinky
Won't you and king me?
You
We 'bout to get right bitches (We 'bout to get right bitches!) Let's go!!!
[Verse 1: Papoose]
What you mean let's go?! Go where?!
This my city I
live relaxed, NYPD on our backs
That graffiti on the track, ain't no treaty
Where's the gat? Rotten Apple
People roam the streets like cattle
Most travel
Everyone of my doggs, where my dickies in The Source
Come here girl, lemme get you this
This one Rick try to get you rich
Candy paint on my six-six (six),
Now they killed King and they shot X
Now they want me, you could be next
All you gotta do is speak too loud
All you gotta be is be too proud
Cause once
next time
Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where you're from
Get on the floor and get dumb
Cause the Master, capital A-see-E is about to kick
to earn respect
'Cause that's just what
KR collects
See, what do you expect
When you rhyme like a soft punk
You walk down the street and get
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