Lyrics:
though run in
Your crib let the ratchet blow shoot
You and that bitch I don't know
If they make double bed caskets
Though I did a lot of things in
My life
the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armor clad
Black horse and buggy mechanism
Tugged a portion of my
could bend the sprint
Feel like I got a vessel with this blackened skin
Like ugh
Y'all niggas make me vomit
Y'all niggas really don't want it
Y'all niggas
made some mistakes but ain't no regrets
Don't be surprised, don't be upset
Baby, you know who I was when we met
Niggas is stressed but I'm still blessed
for it because I
Couldn't see you could do this
I lot of rappers they come by
And they got their writtens ready i know
And sometimes they give you shit
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
you're gonna leave with me
But you don't know, 'cause you got your girl with you
Bring her wit' you
Bring her wit' you
I got a place she can stay at my
alot of evil things men'll do (men'll do)
Shit I mean I did a thing or two (yes sir)
Ya'll can't tell me how to wear my shoes
Plus they too big for you
made, a lot
Yes sir
And you know what's going on
Sheesh
Jesus Gang in the building you know
Had to turn up for the one time
Yeah
Sheesh
Quoiny
Yeah
man
Y'all should fuckin' Scream About It
I said that you should Scream About It
But if you don't, then you're a victim of nothing
Cause I said something
Shepherd; motherfucker keep steppin
They don't fuck with me and they don't
Y'all bitches can't catch me and you won't
Pay ya fare, fix ya hair, throw
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
down
Common Sense is in your town
I said come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town
I stagger in the gatherin'
Possessed by
you know what I've been up to
Killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
what we twist up
Don't ever get that mixed up (Mix!)
Say goodbye to my niggas and that's why we at church
And it hurts (and it hurts)
But it could be
How can you be down ?
Nigga please
You want to play hard for your hood
Tell them how you whooped Mix-a-Lot's ass good
But what your homeboys don't know
- escalating - Y'all behind
Y'all just fading fasten the rations
I don't know what's happened
Imagine passion pass the strap
I don't know
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
Yo
Check it
Ay
Ay B. V. to you
Black Eyed Peas
With some gravy in a pot
Mix it up
You know I'm coming in with that hot
Light em up
You know they
the parking lot)
You know, I like it
You know, I like to watch it rot
(I don't know why)
I'm gonna tell you 'bout a car you'd best not buy
(Dodge
don't play with my food
I be in the mix
In the thick of things
Mix my drink
Still disciplined
Take that risk
They don't come again
When you move like this
Yellow World, baby, nah, nah, this ain't neon
I got some family that died that I still ain't grieve on
And I don't know how I'm survivin', but I gotta
Niggas know it's sex money, flex money
They do a lot
What's better than more letters
And buddha spots?
Buck fifties for niggas that don't do a lot
Go ahead
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