Lyrics:
[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle
Cracks, in the cradle
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, will
and the man said well what do you know
I used to live in this little ol' one horse town bout six or seven years ago
I told my wife when I left here that I was
and jumped in the pool
She threw her pants over there by the little table
Well, one of the guys in the band picked up het panties
(he told me later the stuff
can't see it
Bangin like screen doors in the wind
Little bitch
I came to win
I dare you to lie bout me again
Swear
That might be yo last sin
Keepin my cup
see them in the entrance
I be getting faded fireball is my apprentice
Metaphors I live by my nigga Lupe get the credit
On top of that they can't
could be her man though
(Man though)
Show my inner freak n take her on the dance floor
Take that, take that
That's my game sounding real tight
(Real
tell 'em we back
Matter fact
Let 'em know we never left
Oh, we back in that one bag, huh? (Gangsta Grizzillz)
My friend group compared to yours is
a marvelous grip, it go down in this bitch then I’m busting that ho
He a crazy little man with a whole lot of heart, why they testing me like I don’t know what
the dead
Cubes in my 30 chain, she don't even wear
Call my little brother up, you know we took it there
Real nigga tellin' on me, only thing that I fear
number only because of E that
Was my little man i used to
Give E pies he used to
Flip them shit's like he had
Spatulas, right in the Bridge
But that’s
car
But it's so when and where a bird flies and sings so free
And there's whole lotta winds in this little house at 4-0-33
The four thousandth block
sticks by my side call 'em Batman and Robin
These niggas be broke got 2k in my pocket
I got a lotta bullets on me he can try if he wanna
Imma send that boy
bitch right in her eye
Grabbed her by her neck,
Gave her a kiss
and told that bitch you right
Your bitch yeah she fuck with me
She be riding on my dick
(saxophone)
Well,
This is the story of a man who lived in utopia
This is the story of a man who lived in utopia
He was a funny little fella with feet just like
the party
Drinkin' a little cognac
Wit a mix of Bacardi
Man I'm just playin'
I don't drink tho
(Switch up)
Finding love in mixed feelin'
But don't overdose
rap crew
Talkin' 'bout "bars is back"
Man don't you know that's what
Everybody in battle rap do?
Stupid! Your raps suck, you the truth to who?
Against
Can't forget my tambourine boy want a minute
This is a folk tune nad it's called Little Liza Jane
We get some rhythm started here and see what happens
Here we go
On behalf of the half witted I'll be have with it
At times cuz the hole in me is that gifted
It makes the lesser knowing jealous
The message
in last
Finessin servin' came up off that grass
I hit da plug x out the middle man
Plugged in wit B he strapped wit a stick
He actin hard but I know he
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
loaves of bread"
Now lookie here
There's too many brothers that go by that
Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from
Set your mind
Right
good
Old fashioned grill whippin' let me ask you
Bein' coached, how does it feel?
You're stuck in that triangle
Second best on the Bull-shit
For real
anything for some money we like Craig and day day
I'm securing my profits new load in by Friday
Told the bitch she can leave it's my way or the highway
This
use it, man he never had a choice (a choice)
Keep drummin' little drummer boy, keep drummin' little drummer boy
To the rest, good riddance, here's
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