Lyrics:
blessin' me, hope for the best but prepare for the worst, how it gotta be
I can't wait till I get me a check, I'ma put some VVs on my neck
Money, power,
One]
I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest
is invested in, testin men like lab specimens
My daily regiment of elemental babble
[Chorus: ~Lil Kim~]
My lips is thick
My hips is curvy
My body sick
I like it dirty
Work it baby [x3]
Hurt me baby
[Fat Joe:]
I got you moaning
than Michael Jackson's ceiling
I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin'
Hate what I'm deliverin', you know the best then send 'em in, crack you
I'm like Marty McFly
Goin back in time and dissin' his momma nigga you can't fade me
[Joe Budden:]
They say he a bastard for real
Then they see the ass
to drink
And he stays on my mind
I just wanted to say he's the best thing you'll ever find
'Cause he ain't your regular Joe ya know
And I'm the crazy
f*** you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I
like Super Mario and turn up the audio
I do this for the culture like the motherfucking barrio (Yeah)
Can you feel it in your body
The way you move, you
a lesson
Better watch who closest to you
Make sure you don't get slimed out by your best friend
Talking about texting lil shorty sexting
I learned how
somebody somewhere yeah
Somebody who truly needs me
Somebody who truly needs me
Don't be so foolish
The one you trust can make you cry
Step on by
We gotta
and you can't rap like Khari
I throw three like Bobby Jackson at 'em
I'm O.G. like Bobby Johnson stomp 'em
Hold G like Bumpy Jonson on 'em
Read flip
Joe's hopes were broke
By the dope left looking like a joke
Some days I’m good but most I can't cope
But tonight I’m feeling alright
So I’m gonna get
Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty
[Paul Cain]
Look
Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
Posing us can't be wise
and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
My DJs are so unique
Both them raised on the LA street
Nobody nowhere can hang with the mix
Honey, the way you play guitar makes me feel so
Makes me feel so masochistic
The way you go down low deep into the neck
And I would do anything,
goes up must come down
But I ain't reached my cruisee altitude
Take a look at what I did but can you imagine what I'm about to do
The places I'm bout
Why would you want nothing from something so promising
Can we go back to what we were before?
Hey, Jackson
I thought I knew what happened
But not
than Jackson
So you better ask somebody that know me
If they real they gon' tell ya what's real
If they fake they gon' soldier hate
I can freestyle about
air back, I'm rap's heimlich
Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
You nasty
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it
[Joe Budden]
It's like we
looked down and he saw that his knuckles maroon
They were best friends since the seventh grade
He had a tendency to leave Joe in the gray
He was a hothead,
smoking gas to elevate
Say hi to God while I'm passing by heaven's gate
Appreciate what I'm making here
What I'm doing in weeks people fake in years
You
They would say the mothefucker's gasted
It's my confession I make corrections
I strive for perfection
I try to be the best in
Whatever I do I'm telling
Do you remember Joe Strummer?
He told us that the future is unwritten
And though I loved ol' Joe
I think he got it wrong
Cause everyone I know
Every
tell me chill a second
I can see it in your eyes you're surprised by my dirtiness
I listen to you guys then I analyze your worthiness
I say shit you
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