Lyrics:
Yo the Brooklyn Bridge is gonna collapse why'know?
Yo this Wyclef Jean and the ReFugee All-Stars up in here
Yo what's this I hear about
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
Must be out my fucking mind, what is this, the hundredth time?
Sending flowers to funerals, reading rest in peace
You know the usual, death comes in
Now what's this I hear? I was told to beware
I'm the inspired, dissed by nigga I admired
Hell no, this can't be
Now who the fuck is this
I hear
y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh?
We gon' take it back with this
By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
We
got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme
Manager said we ain't got time, but time to time
You gotta make time when it's time for karma to come back
Dusty desert driving 95
Fuel is burning stars flying by
Just like the time
Just like my life
And on this highway
Heaven passes by
There are no
the sun so bright and red?
D9 Dm6 Cdim B7
He's been up and ridin' high, but you just let the time go by,
D9
Stop the clocks, it's amazing
You should see the way the light dances off your head
A million colours of hazel, golden and red
Saturday morning is
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
but I won't bust back
Unless I need, this world is greed, I lead by example with ample
Education, my lyricism is here to imprison your vision
Pam
While my shirt is unbuttoned
Gettin a' tan in the Microwavе oven
My legs are wiry (I’m so wiry)
Party likе Miley (Lit nightly)
Three lines of flour,
your area
Makin life for girls a little scarier
So if you got a radio tryin to tape this
Do not keep in mind that he is a rapist
For
[Humpty-Hump]
Pinocchio says ignore my nose, you can trust him
I saw Bill in the back of Capitol Hill with Lil' Miss Muffin
[Shock-G]
Little Boys in Blue and Red
Well, this is more like it
See I know these youngsters don't
Know nothing about this here
This that Thanksgiving my time
This come on Christmas time
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
Then my wife says
"Baby, hold on, I've changed my mind!
I think I'm gonna have a chicken sandwich
Instead, this time"
I said you always get
or dead
I move with birds by the flock, instead - D.C
I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots is red
Keep pushin', I don't stop at reds, fuck a red
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
some head (ugh, ay)
Gettin', gettin' some head (who'd have ever thought this would make it to the radio, man?)
I was gettin' some head
Gettin',
a T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
snapped
Stop sleepin on dope people
Hopefully you avoid this nap...
AndI hope my neighbors can't hear When I record this rap
..I'm embarrassed by the rapper
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