Lyrics:
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
name
Inside my heart, there's nothing but a burning flame
If you want my love
Come a little bit closer
Don't make me wait
Let's make some bad
we're about to go down
And you know just what to do
Wave your hands in the air like you don't care
Glide by the people as they start to look and stare
Radio killa
Big snoop d o dub
The American dream
Ayo nephew
Come up off them kids
Sing a lil' something for the ladies
Let em know how we
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
feet
You think not, as if
Sheek won't bring it to you, give you asthma's
Is he rocking cashmere? Y'all
know we don't pass there
Matter fact, I
happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
millennium
The name of this one is Judgement Day
No more BS, can't come out and play
Don't blame me, blame society
Type of chemistry for a live MC
Hands
where your help de come from
I know you nah no be you wey been de use confor
Yes sir that was then kita na tom ford
Check all the platforms right from
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
fucks ain't got no gat
I don't even think y'all niggaz ain't seen no blood
I can tell by the way y'all act
I can tell how you talk ain't 'bout no war
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
man
I hope you go down there with Satan
Because you come from a fake land
Manipulated by Satan
But at the end you cannot escape God
Fuck Satan
Always
cum
come to me, ye faithful darkness
thus, I reveal the coming raven under the growing moon
the pass Baby girl no be by hail o
But you know say I dey hail o Want you to sorri like a volcano
Girl I don mad for your love o Got me singing ahumke o turn
problems
We come with them choppas
They call us the Ladder Boys
Cause we get it poppin
We don't do no robbin, all we do is grind
Hustle from the muscle nigga
the girls
Make dem come whine their waste
Ye ye o
Ala oyi e
You know say na
Only money me i dey chase
Bad vibes killer
Come another day
Call all the girls
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
when she ask "Can we hit it"
cnd I say yes every time
She just like every dime so she know she fine
Blow a couple O's we feel so divine
Until she start
to wear nice Christmas dresses
And eat jollof rice
Mama calling from the kitchen
O come all ye faithful
Eat the chicken
And be grateful
Fast forward
Things
lyrics dem great
Test me, and you'll, test your fate
BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an' a
come in now KRS-One, an'
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