Lyrics:
s***
Hate the Firm album and the CNN clique
He said he hate you and wish you ain't have a six
He had coliseum jewelry no tito tricks
[Nas]
That's
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
the whole beast coast
Coming for your skull
The karma gone catch up
The album sales won't
Just one up my collar gon' show
Hollaback when you get sixty
Stacks
my shit, just like money ain’t nothin’ (It ain’t nothin’, yeah)
(Lesgo, uh)
Young legend go by the name ChanChan
You might be sneak dissin’, but I
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
up
Don’t give a fuck about no trick so I’m just gon’ get my bread up
Uh, yeah, I’m fed up
Don’t go try and spout the rules when you know that you ain’t
she want the nigga with the big, fat nuts
A man is measured by the things that he has
And if you ain't got shit
Well I guess you ain't shit, unless
Yo
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
ballin', you ain't rollin' with me
Jazz said it
These cats ain't cheap, they broke
Take me to a flick, can't even buy me a Coke
Oh, they quick to say you
Check, I control your mind with
One rhyme I speak and get you open like
A prostitute's butt cheeks (yeah)
Rappers get kicked in they mouth with
' children?
Run up in yo' buildin' and go straight for the bank
Got the coke saran-wrapped at the bottom of the tank
I know those tricks ya suppliers,
' children?
Run up in yo' buildin' and go straight for the bank
Got the coke saran-wrapped at the bottom of the tank
I know those tricks ya suppliers,
to the fact
Yo I gain self-esteem by esteemable acts
Back wit the axe and slice tracks in half
Slice you down to particles
Yo shorty get the mask
Feel the bass
Jon close by too
Right about now
I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up
(Everybody get your hands up)
And wherever the fuck you from
roaches
"And you need some love and care"
They be scared to death to pull them burners out them
holsters
Yo, word to my mother, I think they eat
Get yo' shine on, playa, it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get yo' shine on and chase yo' riches
You wanna roll
Hip Hop Hooray
by Naughty By Nature
Album : 19 Naughty III
Give it up for Naughty By Nature
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You drew
mind playing tricks on me I think my mind playing tricks on me
My mind playing tricks on me pulling circles pulling flips on
I'm infatuated
By the game
off
You're in trouble 'cause I'm back
Best in the game and that's just a fact
How the fuck you gon' make it through the whole album
If I'm this
then all y'all see
Get up out your seat and let me see yo technique
Freak yo physique and you betta not compete
Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep
up, yum, and you're floored
Motherfuck Billboard and the editor here comes the Predator!
Yo, I'm out, but I'll be back
Yo, I'm out, but I'll be
missed me
Chill G, For real G
Man you nigga's kill me
Tryin to knock me off the top
Yo there's no contest G in the market
Ya'll hata's never ? me
As I
wrapped, call it trash in a bag
We’re a four-alarm fire, you’re a flash in the pan
The Bruce Banner brothers, that’ll smash when we’re mad
You’re a one-trick
Yo! (True story man)
They told me I'm gonna be non
Now it's time to show they're wrong (Yeah)
I have 2 companies 5 sector belong
You all boost by me
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