Lyrics:
didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince?
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round
And Uncle Luke showed
[DJ On Point]
Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz
(J.O., it's J.O.)
(Is this what you want?)
[Joe Budden]
You're now hearing hip hop at it's
the bargon
Flash: Dj spin the disc n drop it let me get ma shine on
Chorus
I'mma wipe the slate clean
Wipe Wipe the slate clean
I'mma wipe the slate
and
Nigga you scoring
Go head
Put a ring on my finger
My ex's will tell ya
I'll rock it
Then give you the finger
All of my niggas is fresh
Trust
All of my
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
Makin' a play in the police face
They was like, "Man, he fresh"
I was like, "Go, DJ" (go)
When they played your new shit
I was like, "No, DJ" (no)
You
Phi
Fire drill, I burn rappers like Marshall Bill
Licensed to Ill, my crew gets fresh like Chill Will
I'm shit hot, I drop like sex in my
like this
I'm Bad to the Bone
My flow go hard like a Platinum
I'm bad to the bone
When i roll down the street it be me emcee fresh
When i buzz like
out
Til the DJ screaming get out, get out
Get up out my way I'm about to go crazy
Get up out my way I'm about to go crazy
Baby, we gonna do this my
back that spark
Don't hesitate
And you believe me
Ya bitch believe me
Bump
Bump (Hey there you go, there you go, fine by...)
Bump (Too much rump
bring it back to the one way
Niggas really hating on my Feng Shui
Hating on my dime piece hating on me frontways
Niggas really hating on my Dj
But i took
Yeah one time for your mind
Two times for your soul
Yes y'all it's Mr. Act Now or Never and
Dj Jason Jump
It's that's boom bap hip hop
Do you know
In London
Windows down
Hair blowing in the wind so fresh
Fitted up
Got me feeling like I'm him I guess
You can meet me in the back
Better bring your
Tellin' it like it is, right about now D.J. Premier is in the
motherfuckin' house and shit, ya know what I'm sayin'? But yo,
yo Kris, run that
Wouldn't none these niggas say nothin'
I done lost and made money
Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me
And I'm fresh out of debt in this
done lost and made money
Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me
Now I'm fresh out of debt in this mothafucka!
And they still ain't ready yet
(DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
She said it's yours unless I call her
Finesse her, for sure, she nasty, for sure, for sure
My young niggas
blind deaf or crazy baby
playboy you can believe that
{B.G.}
How you luv it now playboy? Manny Fresh on the motherfuckin tracks boy.
{DJ
Twins, bitch I'm on my two Glock shit
You niggas screwed up, put you on ya news box shit
Body found by the river, feet in cement bricks
Ew she nasty
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
rollin like a bicycle
Fresh like a virgn calculates like a math wiz
You think you're bad? I'ma show you what bad is
Microphone magician, it's the end when
[DJ Scratches]
It Goes Bliss and Eso
Gallop though your metro
Droppin fresh shit what part you don't get bro?
One for the fun and Two for the crew
Feeling brand new, fresh fade
Can't look back 'cause we in them days
Where are you at? Way outta the way
Somewhere in the Midwest
Seven-six-five and I live
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