Lyrics:
on tradition
Carry on tradition
When you rep what we rep then carry on tradition
Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards
Wit their
white just
Like fight night we be weighin' in
P.d is ma pieces 20 karats Jesus say amen
Tricked of with my new bitch
She was half black and Malaysian
get for fucking with Kane.
I creep on MC's like po' nine and take rhymes the whole nine
to dig in you rappers like a coalmine
Now look what I dug me,
Police Department, Sgt. Kickass speaking
Yeah, uh, Kickass, hey it's me again
Hold on, hold on a fuckin' minute!
What the fuck is your problem? I
and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme
By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate
and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme
By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
the brother
Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift
Pissed off you know
This is, like, exclusive
Yeah
Kane Train, bitch, Kane, yeah
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Yup, your execution will
and you black
They take one look at your skin
Chinese girl be like
Fuck you Fuck you
You nucca (Shit)
Fuck you
Fuck you damn nucca (Damn)
We only like white
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
wha' we're sayin' (mumbles something unintelligible) wha'ever 'appens if I got 'I'm tryin' to get a fuckin' message to ya. why'know wha' I mean?
substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even
You not gonna believe this
They still tryna put a ceiling on our greatness
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
What you think, they can stop this?
Not many get to what I do by any means
Thinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside
Check it, check it, check it, check it!
This here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go
Here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick
the West, I got my nigga Game
All you bitch-ass niggaz, why all better fall the fuck back
why all know how this shit is about to go down
Yo homie, what's
bullet holes in your Bourbons and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane and Abel you know the camouflage
bullet holes in your Bourbons and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane and Abel you know the camouflage
man, we all fuckin' human
Living in this world, which we killing by the way
Not talkin' bout the Rapture here I'm talking climate change
How is it that
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
to be black, whether a man or girl
We still strugglin', in this white man's world
Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone's
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