Lyrics:
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got
giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks or Anna
I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana
Banana split
"Ha-too", spit, so sit
I friggedy-freak it from here
call me Diddy (yuh)
From the 609, size 28, call me Skinny
I be by my lone, I ain't gotta worry bout who with me (nah)
Ridin' with a strap it's a fully
through the track with a machete
Ready set go
A Derringer cover
Cover me, cover you I'll take it slow and easy, indiscreetly,
I'm completely numb
Come
120
P's true and living i'm trying to add on but
The piece do division mono the big shit
85 your mind swine thinking 'bout rib tips
P!
I slide by
oh yeah
There ain't nothing like them nights in Harlem
They really shake the funk up there
Tonight I'm gonna stomp in Harlem
And I'm gonna take
(Check it out y'all) --> Big Daddy Kane
[ VERSE 1: Mos Def ]
Well it's the ill funk freaker, keynote speaker
To make a crowd jump up and outshout
a burger my sound is so magical no Timmy Turner
Three phones two of em a burner, Flow yeah rappers need to learn it
She take it off like I deserve it that
Masai Turner Raheem Devaughn Akil Esoon come on
Excuse me miss I just call it like I see it
Everything about you's Magic
Everything about you
a posse
If you got the wave, I got the tsunami
Chain hit like Ike Turner (what else?)
But I don't beat bitches, I beat bodies
I just bought some chain
level
Couple drive bys now you Danny glover
Hahaha you massa lover
Fuckin on da beat like a nigga love it
Fuckin on dis bih got me seeing portals
Bwoy I
giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks or Anna
I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana
Banana split
"Ha-too", spit, so sit
I friggedy-freak it from here
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
leavin' ya stung
I got my own crew called the Nasal Tongue
Yo, take a few of these B-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye,
leavin' ya stung
I got my own crew called the Nasal Tongue
Yo, take a few of these B-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye,
lives lost to the Coronavirus pandemic”
“I can’t breathe, officer”
“Nationwide unrest following the death of George Floyd”
“Takes a heck of a lot
slay
I don't carry suitcases on big runs to malls deep
I don't carry big guns to a small beef
I don't really care what Mickey Facts has to say, add
I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers
'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get big extra
Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet
I'ma Joe
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
You know I got that college admission
But I'm still on the seas, like I'm trying to go fishing (Big trout)
Bars too hard, not I'm not doing lesser
In
gon feel the rhymes
(Laughing)
Big joe
*** call me the popo (popo)
Gun shot, go low (go low)
Who shot the gunman, I don’t know (yeah)
When you see
Bread Gang got the shit by the loaf (Boyz)
Nothin' but real niggas, couple hittas and dope boys in this loop (them Loafs)
Pull up, SF90 coupe, I
I wasn't proud of the way that it's set up
Live by the code and we laid to the letter
Tryna take over your stereo that is my latest endeavour
I got
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