Lyrics:
Run-DMC
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
wild
You've got sweet magic in your eyes
And it makes you the master of my soul
Just one look and all
All, my strength, darling
Fades away under
[Master P] (Mack 10)
Third ward New Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world nigga.
Mack Dime. (What's up my nigga?)
[Snoop Dogg (Master P)]
Hey yo (Ghetto Postage)
Give me something that makes a nigga want to pop his motherfuckin' collar
(With a lil' West Coast
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces
Let's do this for the people
Let's make
the Master's bouquet
Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet beautiful
flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels then carried away forever to bloom
in
Run-dmc
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game
(checkmate nigga) every move you
nothing at all
Mm
Yeah, I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none
But they sure make learning fun
All I know about girls is
The wide world
A:Prince Rupert Awakes
Farewell the temple master's bells
His kiosk and his black worm seed
Courtship solely of his word
With Eden guaranteed.
For
responsible for taking Compton international"
I make 'em holla
Ayo Just Blaze, good looking homie
Just Blaze
(Ain't no city quite like mine, yeah)
(In
Home"
Heartborne will find the way!
Master!...
Wishmaster
Crusade for Your will
A child, dreamfinder
The Apprentice becoming...
Master!...
way.
For so long, there's been such darkness,
Got to be a better way
Keep me lord, help me to grow.
So I may, reap the fruits,
Of a free
quite sure
Your soul is ill but you will not find a cure yeah
Your world was made for you by someone above
But you chose evil ways instead of love
quite sure
Your soul is ill but you will not find a cure yeah
Your world was made for you by someone above
But you chose evil ways instead of love
How did I wind up in this band on the run?
Wake it up, make it up, shake it up
Take it up there's more ways than one
Jack of all trades, master of none
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if master's listenin', I got the world's
the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
And we dance
Nobody gonna make me do things their way
By the time you figure it out it's yesterday
Well it comes to he who waits i'm told
But i don't need it when
wait
For the buzz, I can't get no relief
You've reduced me to a liar, a liar and a thief
Love, oh, love, I can only prove you're real
By
Bow down in position
Against the polished steel
This is something different
You'll like the way this feels
No time for asking question
No time
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong -
crowd they never understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is rought,
Just by one touch of the Masters hand.
And then he cried out one give
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