me come jiggy I rock kix and swishees Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50’s What? Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous Speech uncoothe And raise the roof like lukas 12 years done rocked
year There’s girls that’s rubbing butts around the room Fellas feeling good cause the gates is boom Zoom to the doom of a sugarplum toon Me, busta, and brown is gonna rock
of you, Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, I've got this emotion, covering me, While moving in the fast link, taking the lead, There's no way to hide
a hide to the other side Check it Bar codes on freaks Programmed to freak mode Black holes of lost souls Let the story be told I rock a b-boys stance
can I hide? People, people trying to ask me questions, man I don't know the fucking answers Uh, I just got this rock I just got this rock Rock solid
song You didn?t want the world to know And I?m not strong and you?ll find out How you did what?s rock?n roll So let?s move and then hide You know you
take my mind and carry it far away where I can fly The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you If I were to be alone silence would rock
My mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share for all of those who wanna profile and pose rock you in your
I'm sick of all your lies (It's who you are) We see through your disguise All that I see when you start to cry. Is the rock on your finger and gleam
inspector gadget go mr gadget go thats the name spell it out till it don't sound the same its the g-a-d to the g-e-t gadget on the mic wanna rock with
copy A care bear compared to a auto-box rotty For raps like crack I supply to the blacks Drop pipes, cop mic's, say good-bye to your rocks I'm a motherfuckin
to see That it’s wrong throwing rocks at the rtd Popping out your window with a bb gun Better yet knocking on your door and run Playing hide-and-go-get
get chicken feed (bahk bakh) (a) Lil' dick and weed (bahk bakh) Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh) Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock
in myself I feel I'm thrown into a fight Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide nothin's right my skin is burning when my rock begins to speak There's something
Homegrown Rock to the rythm and bop to the beat of the radio You ain't got to sing but you've got the face to play the roll You can play with me
into the sky Virus You're the killer You're the thriller Gonna lock you up Gonna rock you down Gonna knock you out Make you hide This love ain't real
follow You blindly Because You’ve covered my eyes with love You’ve given me more than enough You’ve given me more than enough Hide away in Your arms
CMB My cell is ten in heat I usually get in beef Was taught that it's him or me I pop head-bustas quick I rock here for my brick I chop that, I'ma (?)