Lyrics:
Hell yeah, I'm back...
[Hook - 2x]
(hell yeah) I get money (hell yeah), I get do'
(hell yeah) I wreck the club (hell yeah), I wreck the show
(hell
Hell yeah, I'm back...
[Hook - 2x]
(hell yeah) I get money (hell yeah), I get do'
(hell yeah) I wreck the club (hell yeah), I wreck the show
(hell
Once again relax, it's just music
Niggas right here, show you how I do
Niggas right here, show you my crew
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
things I'm chilling, by far
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm a Rockstar
I dream about the girls, and the fancy cars
Pull up with the crew, we got all the stars
I'm
Hm, yeah
Mhm
We take the good, we take the bad
It's not about what we had
We just tryna get by
We stay out of trouble
All we wanna do to get
to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
Malcolm-Jamal
I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run
why can’t I have 2 wives
Mr. Live 2 lives
I pull up by myself
I give a damn if the crew ride
Yesterday I split your bitch
I guess now you got two
Run-dmc
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
Run-DMC
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
alright, get 2getha
Alright, get 2getha, get 2getha again
Yeah, now don't be surprised I'm the risin' one
I got game for you like Allen Iver son you see
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Yeah, yeah
Watch out
[Chorus x2]
Ain't no running from
Karma, and no running
Ain't no running from
Karma, and no running
I'm the caboose
niggas got a low Act' rate (Act')
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day
niggas got a low Act' rate (Act')
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
thinks I should live how they wish they can go fuck themselves yeah
[Verse Two]
Young wild and free safe to say imma rockstar
Wonderfully and fearfully
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
Yeah
Cartiers (swoosh)
All buffs (swoosh)
Yeah, Cartier
Yeah, purple tint
Yeah, three percent (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, two FNs (yeah)
Yeah
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!
Posse, yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
off the things read pickin' up on life
And my instinct never distant from the code I live by
Only the strong will survive and only the woke will get by
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