Lyrics:
two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built
It's nothin' mother had a-
I don't think about it- talkin' there's a lot of gossip
That I'm
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X)
[Kool Keith]
You got nine cars tons of champagne by the cases
Two thousand people killed
the truth
Fuck around and get thrown off the project roof
Mad lives have been lost and forgotten
Niggaz better watch they back, the Big Apple's gone
two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built
It's nothin' mother had a-
I don't think about it- talkin' there's a lot of gossip
That I'm
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
the mic I hold
I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold
Violent J is the name that I go by
Wakin up with blood on my hands and I don't know why
You
forward two steps back
Making habits claiming habitats ratta tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of time
And get mental pop the tape eight track
and now you know
(Big girls don't cry)
(Big girls don't cry)
This is dedicated to Milk Dee from the Audio 2
To Gizmo from the Audio 2
The whole
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
Roll with the punches is what I tell
To people when things don't go to well
When you go for the gold and you come back empty
When the ups are few
had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived
I don't fear losin' life, 'cause life just lost me
Shadow of death keeps followin' me and I can't get him
the first day that begins forever
[Chorus: x2]
Everything will eventually come to an end
So try to savor the moment, 'cause time flies don't it
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S
the live shell
Let's round 'em up and get 'em back to the hotel (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Motel, holiday, inn-fact! (A-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm gonna let
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange
the size of their age
Help me out now, one year get one carat, two years get two carats
Three years get three carats, and so on into marriage
Nobody
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with
coming in live
Some of you niggas had me
Knock shit down for nine-five
I told you last year that I
Burned you in a flame now this year
I'm wreckin average
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