Lyrics:
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to
Beats for the hoodlums
Somebody's gotta do'em
Fed's screw 'em
Faggot's got my whole crib bugged
Mad tapps
flow
Any damn thing I ask for
So a nigga paid up the asshole
Some fools be thinking they gotta win her like Bruce Jinna
But Joe Tenner is letting
needed for seein'
Nails never coated in gloss, I ain't a fag
I'm a fuckin' chink, yah! (What the fuck?)
(You can't do that, you can't say things like
[Jay]
One two, one two, and I say
I go by the name of Jam Master Jay
And the Hollis Crew, we here to stay believe that
[D.M.C.]
Hey, as we let
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some,
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some,
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a nigga finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
push by all your friends but they ain’t tryna shove (Uhh)
Hating on myself that’s the thing I do (Huh)
Tryna fix my life with some super glue (Splash)
packets
I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 with the dope cassette
Playin' that tough crew hardcore dope
The tape deck broke
Damn what's next,
you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming out them panyhose
You want gold? Girl what's
smoked a quarter by afternoon
I walk with a attitude, I gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude
Like what I gotta do to make you tap in?
I
naked the jewel runners
Top tag team for two summers
Live and let live
Fuck you cuz cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas
You
Well nigga roll me a mic
and let me smoke it til' I'm high
if you ever seen me rock
then you know that I-
live and die for
the things I do
fire fly
Show me hope be my guide (My guide)
Roll with me help me get by (Get by)
All secrets be open yeah
Tell me straight do not hide (Don’t)
At my
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
get it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (woah)
Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin')
No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah
you crew
You know I gotta put the fan first
You'd be wanting all the world
If not for the, damn, first
Don't tell me how I should live my life
It
I'm in here my crew
You look like my next lady
My eyes all over you
I'm not for everybody
Girl let's get physical
Promise to take your body
Do things
if had to do over,
Group
They would do again!
1- Uh huh
2 - That’s for damn sure
V38 Woman 1
In this final act, when all is said
V38B Woman 3
with all the money
Used on drinks, they didn't even do no chores
All they said "thanks Mummy, love you hunny!"
Wow, ain't that funny!
I work all day for
the castro
Im coming through on your wack crew
What you gonna do
Cormega pick the mic come through
Ay yo I get mines
Well enough to be considered big time
My
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
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