Lyrics:
them goose lick pictures
You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow
Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin', tryin' to come up out that
Eric
to your turf
And keep the jack you did up under your hat
'Cause if the word get out you killed him, then they killin' you back
I never thought that '86
they ass on me
Up with a scope im a gangsta when im off it
Niggas be gangsta im smoke out a coffin
Up with this girl we gon light it up like its
To react so quick
Or get all mad
And try to scratch up my six
Now you know I get paid
For bustin all kind of tight verses
See I need a girl
That I can
shit started way back on the Nawf
Came up on a pack, put it back on the Nawf
I run with the sack and go back to the Nawf
Shout out freaky Zeeky,
Fuck a nigga mean
Outkast so fresh so clean
Bustin’ out the wrapper thru the seems
Giorgio armani my jeans
Trap bustin never off beat
These sidewalk
to your turf
And keep the jack you did up under your hat
'Cause if the word get out you killed him, then they killin' you back
I never thought that '86
desires at the cove
Benjis by the pole
Jennys bout to go soooo low
Denny's in a Ghost
Turn up at the show
Positive
Positive
Why dont you stay
reached Miami Beach
They got a hotel by the water and a quart of Bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
They soon ran out
was Strange until I made
Me sum change and now they ridin' my nuts-nuts
Tech N9ne's out the window, you see them
KC Killers ridin' by y'all niggas
[Jay]
One two, one two, and I say
I go by the name of Jam Master Jay
And the Hollis Crew, we here to stay believe that
[D.M.C.]
Hey, as we let
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
and all i got is more fire to come
a lotta cats is nice, but im liver than them
and these ATL streets, is what im tryin to rise up from
by any means just
knock the gram from out your mouth
Look, I'm up when the sun down
I'll sleep when my heart don't pound
I'm off the ground you couldn't fuck with my
hand up Sherry's skirt.
Sonny took his pool cue, laid the drunk out on the floor.
Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar, and he walked on out the door.
(Back to the lab)
(Back to the lab, without a mic to grab)
Just step, the rhymes create energy
Charged up, by the cut, and it's sendin' me
For
cut is on fire
Causin much damage like a nuclear war
You know what time it is, I'm always reachin for more
To turn the party out my rhymes are
play
Bustin' out of her face
Shootin' shit like I'm Clay
Shootin' shit like I'm Curry
And I keep it 30
And we up by 30
Clean the money, it was dirty
Off
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
Ayo, Tical?
What up, fam?
You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
Good too see you too, God
Let's take the streets
Row chain just for the trip, I ain't affiliated
West side nigga so they really hate it
I be out in Las Vegas, at the MGM
By the crap tables in some
dozen
I got bitches by dozen
I got honey they buzzin'
Walk out the bank I'm bustin'
I don't need your love anymore
I don't need your love anymore
I don't
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
We started out with Nothing
Turned it into Something
Everything I got
I swear that shit there came from Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass
Cause I’ had
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