Lyrics:
that 45 in my lap
Nah I don't need no help
Ran through 80 pounds by myself
You had a silverspoon nigga, I had it hard
My whole family on hard
That's why
criminal, police should lock me up
I feel your heartbeat
Every day and every night, every night
And your love kills me
Kills me like a homicide,
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Damn, another year gone by. Homies still locked up, couple homies resting
In peace, you know what I mean?
Born and raised through out
I’m a pioneer of hip hoppin, sucka eliminating
Dope beat dropping, never hesitating
Hands levitating to the mic control
By the son of Tomasa, though
freaky it was
Everything ya wanted cause I can't be weak yeah, baby, that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip I took it to my dj, fresh on wax
spit
Make a nigga "G" flick, classic criminal
Keep a gat by my genitals, thugs love me
So don't get splashed for the minimal
We never vest up, be
Alright, alright
Nah, nah
When I grew up, criminals were my heroes
The beanie from New Jersey drive over my earlobes
From jump it was always
When you hit the sound you better breakdown
Sucka! Call me Skywalker
Smooth criminal move like a butter
Freestyle no cover
Got and tell your mother
you ready"
"Hit it Maestro" -- scratched by DJ LTD
"Hit it Maestro"
This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world
Fresh coast gettin' rowdy
We don't represent out west we signifyin'
We showin' out
And we
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
stop denying
Go talk to Anna Hand,
Go start the multiplyin'
[Chorus]
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka DJ's they get stopped by
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead vocals by Tommy Shaw
"...everybody plays this one right, everybody gets a fresh, hot latte and a scone..."
Oh what
coming
on the east right .. by the .. women
fresh ... i go the club going ham
girl see me vip and disappear from the ...
...more rose i know the .. from
tan mami, she was fresh off the sand dunes
Big bottles and models and poom-pooms
Surroundin' my table, watchin' me like cable
My Dolce hat was low,
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
Yo, crack the Remy Martin
For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market
Bring it when you see me park it
I think big like Diddy office
I fuck a ho
1-2 1-2
I am the dominating Fresh Kid Ice
And I am the Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother
And introducing to you on the two turntables:
and sake, huh
Criminals pass, who's show improves?
We up to date no flakin' no moves
The niggas'll lake you in two
Pass by the Caesars in Vegas
My shooters is
chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
to...
How dope is this shit?...
I'm soundin' like Future...
Mumble & rap & shout out the producer...>>(DJ STELO!)
Heart like medusa...
I'm used
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