Lyrics:
music box
Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new Hip Hop
Like E-40 holding down the yay (that yay), N.W.A. in L.A.
OutKast
get down
New Kids, Puffy, Spice Girls, Ricky
Everybody talk about
(C'mon)
Pop music
Talk about, talk about
What?
Pop music
Talk about, talk
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
without Finesse is like
The NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on
Your fuckin' back like a knapsack
It ain't
Whats guns whats beef,
To a kid like me.
Please say it to my face, don't say it with your teeth
I been back on my bullshit
With no bed whats
In God We Trust (Extended Version)
Word Up
Mic Shabazz
I got you sayin to be or not to be like Hamlet
God dammit I’m the lillest MC on the planet
Have 'em coming back for mo' girls
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various managers coming up talking
'bout they got me
But really they
or rude,
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, and doowutchyalike,
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys
or rude,
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, and doowutchyalike,
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
move
Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes
Tools I got leave a nigga on the news"
Unc' said, "Papi, you a bad man"
He went back to digging in the trash
fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bombs at day care centers and yell "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cause she
back to sleep
Never trust these hoes 'cause these bitches freaks
We the new wave, fuck up the beach
I'm the ruler, nigga don't mention me
And you
And profits from the masses who's viewed as a mockery
Such as the Trump administration, a so called democracy
New age code word for a fascist oligarchy
Instead
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
by myself I don't like co-defendants (no)
You get caught and he tell then your stay extended
To my get money niggas on a hell of a run
When you
a Philadelphia boy
Tell these people how you moved out and
You a New Jersey resident boy
Them OG's on the block
Are like Japanese chefs
Cause soon as they smell
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
man now, got a new mindset now, I broke the bad habit....
Now am back.
And
Ready to make these records
Ready to break these records
On the track like
your muthafuckin back cause I ain't slippin
[ CHORUS: Ces, (Mos Def) ]
(Word up)
Hardcore nights in the city
Nobody's sleepy, everybody's creepy
(Shit
of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even
for about a couple years only happy tears uh
When I was a little kid I used to wanna fly
Every new adventure I always wanted to try
Took some time
get down
New Kids, Puffy, Spice Girls, Ricky
Everybody talk about
(C'mon)
Pop music
Talk about, talk about
What?
Pop music
Talk about, talk
Starr in my triple goose
(Back you up off me, nigga)
When the weather change let's get the coupe
(Put all the trucks up, my nigga)
Always in a New
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