Lyrics:
wanna spar? Ha ha, well, here I are
Orthodox spitter or bring on the southpaw
No doubt, I'mma set it, dudes best be ready
Off top on the spot, no
bars of death, here comes a bad Mother F
Don't say another (shh) don't take another
Mic check one, One, checky two
What's this? The old switcharoo, huh!
That chain is nice
That's what you bought for me
Them earrings is nice
That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off
Two years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was def then it went this way
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
new, yo
This ain't nothin' new, this ain't nothin' new
Two decker like me man, it's what I do
And you got lied to if they sad to say what I do
This
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next nigga get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make
Pouring it up
Rolling it up
Holding it up
Ain't her breasts swollen or what
Yes sir, yes sir
Oh, we gonna take it back like thieves and foes
Nasty
bout to faint
So baby
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
I wanna couple of dem para-dises
Gimme two of dem sum
brothers it's all good we strong people
More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
For
scared the shit out of him,
And it took off down a trail,
Down past the railroad track,
Towards the county jail."
"Jed, you really screwed up now!
Folks start to whistle and how is you
When they get too close I wanna say, "Shoo"
'Cause it looks like they wanna take what bother you
So run 'em off
think it's a middle of nowhere place where we take it slow
Aw, but they don't know
They call us a two lane just passing by slow down town
Yeah, they
showing signs all attributed to mine
In the pitch black, it's too cold
I'm all alone, take me back to the roads
I had to roam to get here and I'll hitch
(yeah)
45th Street and blaow-blaow Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
If you don't live that, you shouldn't say that
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote
Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat
I got my mind made up, come on (come on)
Get in, get in t it
Groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay
It's the real, real deal
Don't you feel stupid? Reel to reel, and we looped it
Takes it around, we threw
gotta get paid (what?)
King of the streets, young nigga made
Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave
Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre
ask that Jesus come to my life
And be my Lord and Savior
I receive Jesus to take control of my life
And that I may live for him from this day forth
and validate their crew (oh yeah)
It's not submission, it's just the look in her eyes
There's no decision, it's just the look in her eyes
The joint
helicopter scared the shit out of him,
And it took off down a trail,
Down past the railroad tracks,
Towards the county jail."
"Jed, you really
But one little boy who sat by himself
Was reading a letter he had
You could plainly tell by the look on his face
That the contents of it made him sad
a can of Nutriment
Mc's don't have no winds, MC's don't have no winds
I flips you crazier than a busload of Jerry's Kids
Your crew don't want it
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