Lyrics:
grievin)
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
(Got beef? What a pity)
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
Back for the payback,
the rhythm is trouble
Dance, let's go crazy
When you see me, shout "Rebel MC"
Outlaw kicking up dust
You know what it is, I'm just street tuff
Everybody
the funky frown
What do you know, the voice is back in town
Mom would say it would soon go away
You and I knew it was here to stay
But the man helped you
by time, I know what time it is
Bang your head to this
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin' up metal!
We're pickin' up metal
Bang your head to this!
I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap
dude
Cut me some slack
What's his real name
Bridge, man
New York City streets
Horns blowin'
I don't care
People goin' God knows where
Freaks
con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti?
What if New York without Giuliani?
What if
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game
I
We got so much soul
You can damn near see it
Spinnin on a 45
I've come to the conclusion
Clear the confusion
My point is to rock
Dis funky joint
Dont
The funky season already funky as ever
We enterprise by pooling funding together
The trolls are jealous they mad that they only simmer
We heating up this
You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical
Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical
Why, equal, Knowledge Born
I go on, although
You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical
Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical
Why, equal, Knowledge Born
I go on, although
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
I saw your girl by MC New York slick D
Copyright, all rights reserved boy!
In eighty-eight
Ayy yo, don't want to diss you
but your girl's a freak
facts
I stand amongst he square with a youth, phony prevail
Anythin other than that nigga, just condemned by hell
Is you slick just to do the shit like
the house
And me, y'all know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide
funky alphabet flow:
It's like A-be -see-D-E-F-G-
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P, and ICP on LSD
Or ABC or MTV or the new PC
You got for free from
Circuit
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
lu
Uh that's 151 malibu rum and pineapple juice
You know what I'm sizzlin
Ha! Uh you down't know what dat is
Can't get the party started without
We keep showin' you and showin' you and showin' you
This is what it is
We gon' flow with you, you know it's true, hip-hop
This is what it is
We
to burial plots
for MC's, who don't believe what I conceive
Or leave a whole team speechless, gettin jives to Chucky Cheese
I'm like Jesus to the mic, write
say, "Isn't he something?"
Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people
Lookin' good, girl, yeah, way more than decent
Bad bitch, she from New York and she Puerto Rican
Let's watch the skyline while we sip this German Riesling
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