Lyrics:
featuring Diamond D Grand Puba
[Diamond D] Ninety three it's time man
(All out yo because youknowhatI'msayin..)
[Fat Joe
Michael Jackson did this, in the title of a hit song, and not to
Do this to a dead horse, but the Whispers said and it just goes on
The Bangles told me they
tendency's to make an enemy
To get attention that I need
Proving who I am to build my legacy
By bashing people's legacies
How I know it's working?
You're
If I see you in my dreams
I won't ever go to sleep
And I think she tweaking
I'll be gone by the weekend.
Baby we not speaking
Nah, Joe Budden got some
security
I had a brother who trashed his identity
Years have passed by and now he's dead to me
Half the bloodline, now he left the family tree
Uh, I'm
get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin' jacks, sit ups and push ups
Now pick up your brain
And come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid, you're
phazed
Kill Ganon, get the Tri-Force crystal
Punch Out is what it's all about, I'm gonna make Glass Joe's teeth fall out
10-Yard Fight, then to Tecmo Bowl
talking beans like Jack
You think we’re coming you’re wrong
If you were thinking of tagging along
Better show up some content or some’
I’m in the club like
Nineteen-hundred-sixty-four
We were kids, didn't know about the war
Still wasting time in school
There were Joe and Sue, Jack and Jim
A couple
Stripped Raped Strangled by Cannibal Corpse
Reekomposer by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
They think they know who I am.
All they know is I love
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
the driving rain
And it goes like this
Take me by the tongue and I'll know you
Kiss me till you're drunk and I'll show you
All the moves like Jagger
I've
the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
easy, grabbin' ahold, that's the hardest
I know our expiration date soon as we start it
You come around and you feel safe while you're a target
You
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by
you're all so fuckin' stupid,
Challenge me I ain't losin,
Cross my path just keep it movin'!
Leave y'all dead on that wax,
Leave y'all dead on that wax,
get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin' jacks, sit ups and push ups
Now pick up your brain
And come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid, you're
on the streets is like a trifular beat
It'll echo in ya head till you're dead on the concrete
Prince Ital Joe:
Life in the streets is a mystery
Don't know my
full
Pull a broad like a dyke bull on a long bid
You're messin with the wrong kids Michael
It ain't Jack-son
For him to flip scripts like camera, action
want static? Punk, don't trip
Dope beats laid by DJ Slip
My lyrics go good with the groove
And while you're dazed, I pull a jack move
My rep never lets,
Loving in slow-mo
Forced to take it day by day
Lord knows that you might wanna kick back Jack
Kick back with your fat stack, Jack
Hold onto yourself
Guaranteed You're Going To Choke Son
Fire Smoke I'm High Joe
Eyes Low Smoke Somethin
Up Early That's Wake And Bake
Cigarillos My Pancakes
This Ain't No
can do what ever that you want when you're poppin
Clinton park droppin buy that shit
Trap house boomin nigga by that brick
Outta line nigga so u know
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