Lyrics:
of them it seemed more like a million
Complete pandemonium inside a condominium
Earthquake sound system shaking and rattling
Dj's turntables mc's battling
the girl in the top five videos
By tomorrow this will be number one
In or way upside down on the pole
Pretty mama you know your dead wrong (Get jiggy gal)
Let me get it now
On Twitter, they murder my mentions
Cause they heard I was served by a circle of henchmen
Laying in a dirty ditch that bullshit is
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
or hamburger
Cause to me that's suicide, self-murder
Let us get back to what we call Hip Hop
And what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock
How many MC's must get
med-I-cal.
It's survival of the fittest, as the milineum approaches.
By then the only existing life on Earth is real niggaz and roaches.
But see,
I'm colder
It's a murder just to hear man down
Back it up like champion sound
DJ press rewind, come back 'round
Never thought that you would do me like that
She might as well speak no English
'Cause she ain't never talking, no
I go hard for what I believe in
(Dj on the beat so it's a banger)
That's
tell me what I'm not (Boss)
Real DJs, they gotta run it back (Run it back)
House shoes on, niggas runnin' crack (How is that?)
Flair lumber Jackson
Foreign, coupe, pink, molly
Percocets, narcotics
Murder, sex, money, violence
Hit the Gucci store and spaz
I was on my last, last
I was running from
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this b****, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Hardwired for this shit, one-two, one-two
Holla at me
Yessir, right back at your ass
I still got it
Haha, Dave East, Big Snoop Dogg, DJ Drama
DJ Motor Mane checking in
E dan on 'em
You already know how we get down
This has been brought to you
By Wiz Khalifa Raw Papers
Taylor Gang grinders
DJ Heat, what up?
Hello, hit every lying clip with a Eggo
I pop more than I pop for when the cop blow
You Fruity Pebble, homosexual wearing velcro
think 'cause it's been so long
If I had something on you I woulda did it by now
Oh, on the contrary, Mary Poppins
I'm mixing our studio session down
Jew say call me Sim (call me Sim)
We always up the murder rate
When them bags in (gang)
It's a one-stop shop, bring yo' cash in (in)
If I stack it up
[Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
Live from New York nigga..
[Angie]
Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
They say it ain't
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
Start foaming at the mouth like 'what
The hell am I on?' this that DJ Hoppa
Jarren's the new teeny bopper
Face fucking bitches
Nice guy wipe the semen off
your liquor out for those who made it happen,
One time to the DJ keep the needle to the record,
2 times for the Mcs who still demand respect!
All
the black son to make all fuckin' nine planets digable
With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds aligned
All the selfish will be dealt with by
From the intelligent
Brown man
A vegetarian
No goat or ham
Or chicken or turkey or hamburger
'Cause to me that's suicide
Self-murder
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