Lyrics:
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So
dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down
tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions
Made a little noise cuz
the N-why
We thump and get high, infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin" ta live it
Yo
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
this
Take that dead shit on
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
I'm gonna take that home.
By the sinister TECH N9NE
By the sinister, by
Funky!
Ready?
Funky! Funky!
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
claim to be in society
Because we know their games, we appall their
If they need a different style we can get ?large?
He's i.c.u., he's out to kill
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
the Kangol top
I was hollerin' dopeboy when I first came out
It seems like everyone in the dope game now man
I told these n****s that it ain't gon stop
All
popping junk can't join my team
Down in the meadow
Darkening the heels
Of the down-and-out animals
Of dower day and sour mouth
Will empty from
so here's a toast to the funds and things
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we
of the black reign
You look, you laugh
You doubt and go out
And I'm gone
But the bass goes on
To talk the talk, but walk the walk
The king of New York
back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I originated
All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
That jump up
Uh, this one's dedicated to all the haters out there
Jealous of us because we're better than you
Yolandi Vi$$er, bring the sparks?
[Chorus]
Jou
See me in the black Benz just blowin up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip (what?),
still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't
what I own on my forehead, huh
But I doubt that, and now ya want to back out
Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house
I'm macking 'n
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I originated
All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
That jump up
Ha ha, ha ha ha! Straight ignorance at it's finest
We got the rowdy ass Alkaholik boys in the house tonight
They brought they homeboys the Animal
sayin' "Compton's in de house"
Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off
Bust a move, we can have a shake n' bake-off
Me and you can go cuz I
have to daily
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)
[Flesh N Bone]
Ah nigga stay down for my thang bang
Sendin' me bullets up in the brains ah
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
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