Lyrics:
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
everything you 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
Put it
32 32 32
Valeur Valeur
Shout out X man
Dj lost in here with me
"Lost mix me up"
Ha ha, Sounds like the beat just talking to you right?
What's
of the cynical
Hittin they physical and the condition is critical
Imma literal pinnacle miracle
Fiddle with simple little criminal pitiful
Riddle with brittle shit
Holy moly on the beat yeah it's droppin quick
Like the dj spin it no shoppin it
Ain't no stopping what we doin now yeah
I got the harmony to show
I , thought that we can be something
I , thought that we can make it
Then you showed me who you really where
Shady like a criminal, these shots
Are
benvenidos, by popular demand
It's the most requested DJ from the east coast
Io canto, en el nombre del padre, hijio, e del el spirito santo
I'm half Indian,
Aka DJ Old Davis
I have a special request
I would love to hear "Buffalo Stance" by Neneh Cherry
And, uh, one more thing
Don't you get fresh with me
and yo, you gotta see
"Criminal Minded," do you got it?
(Throw your hands up!) "Criminal Minded," do you got it?
"By All Means Necessary" (uh)
"By All
blind deaf or crazy baby
playboy you can believe that
{B.G.}
How you luv it now playboy? Manny Fresh on the motherfuckin tracks boy.
{DJ
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
get fresh dressed
Dimed to the jim we aint havin that stress
Hold em like Im doing something
Getting paid
Doing what I'm doing so you know I
get fresh dressed
Dimed to the jim we aint havin that stress
Hold em like Im doing something
Getting paid
Doing what I'm doing so you know I
get fresh dressed
Dimed to the jim we aint havin that stress
Hold em like Im doing something
Getting paid
Doing what I'm doing so you know I
get fresh dressed
Dimed to the jim we aint havin that stress
Hold em like Im doing something
Getting paid
Doing what I'm doing so you know I
mention me, in the next century:
KRS-One, innovator in early rap-poetry
Simultaneously you will be forgotten
While in the year 2000 Criminal Minded
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
getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal minds meet
That's where
from
Living life on the streets
For real, I'm trying to
Oversee it from suites, ordering eats
At the top where the real criminal minds meet
That's where
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
treat
I'm a nice guy, but got real mean moves
I choose the scene to be seen by you
I've got a clean shirt and fresh pressed pants
Cuz girls like nice guys
me I be stunning that’s fresh to the death
Yh thеy talking to the top of their mouth
Like who thеy think they scaring we ain’t yapping it out
When I
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