Lyrics:
Yo dog send the beat cause you Know already it's falco on the track
My flow is like an attack ka you get Left under water
Run up on them with black
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
your actin career
Put you back in street tournaments
Run for your life, like you doing suicides
When even use your scrub ass, Live '9-9
Am I my
fuck it up
Every government he set up, it be corrupt
Revolution
Dead prez, people army, steve marley, ghetto youth crew
What you know is who you are,
Two severed human legs that belonged to
a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
dim streetlight. The legs had been forced
play. Mix it up.
Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.
Mix it in the middle.. Let the piano play.
One thing is for certain, it's curtains
Chorus:
People came ??
Encore, encore
People came in by the load
Ooh, love is strong
(KMG)
Yeah why'all, I felt the need, I had to let ya
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live
son! That's the second time that nigga did that, yo!
Second time! Taste that, yo! (What the fuck is this shit, yo?)
Is this your shit, no? Is it?
in New York, bloods and crips in New York
The Y-2-K celebration wasn't big in New York
Babylon live in New York, should I keep a crib in New York
, with my private dancin chicks
They live way out in the sticks, but I put em in the mix (uh-huh)
Took em to Reno in an old Camino, gamblin in
spit it, you love it
I just left from Newark
Got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
[Intro - Wyclef]
Wyclef Jean with Spragga Benz
You know I got the reggae mix but this ain't complete
Know what I mean - to all the girls I cheated
This a Nitty beat (boing)
Here we go again
Ghetto ville, USA (Uh oh)
You know I got by the name Nitty, right? (Uh huh)
I gotta introduce you
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
travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9
To these niggas I'm
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
I'm doing my damn thing
Magazines, videos, they ain't missing a damn thing
Nowadays I sell hope, what you rather I sell dope?
What I sell is
This the graveyard shift all black window tint
Ain't no problem beat 'em down sit back take a sip
Four to four we down and out two biddies in the mix
to this shit
Man I just walked on if I didn't come
Then every bit of hope for rap is all gone
I'm ill, in the past you thought I wasn't
But you thought
in
The heat or the cold i'm good
Yeah this right here is what
You niggas didn't want
Yea, bitch nigga I'm in Harlem
Yea, pussy nigga I'm way in Harlem
to say this
4th quarter and we down by two
You gon' pass or shoot?
It's 4th quarter and we down by two
Is you gon' pass or shoot?
It's 4th quarter
4th
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